Sinner's Prayer

Several of you have asked me in separate emails why I have not posted in the last few months...  the answer is... no, I am not any more crazy than before (though I guess I would be the last to know...), but more that I have not much to say...  my old neurologist tossed all his former military Tricare patients off his patient list. (Thank you OBAMACARE... remember how THE CHOSEN ONE said if you liked your doctor, you could keep him?  ...riiight...no matter, I wasn't going to vote for the Democrats anyway and neither should you).  My wife then went looking for a new doc... with one snafu after another my records were never transferred before the first appointment with the new doc so he had little to go on... so he had his assistant administer a new battery of 30 cognitive questions where I went 30 for 30... and that caused a little scepticism on the part of the new doc.   So he has scheduled me for an all day battery of cognitive testing on the 6th of January.   We will see... check back late in January  for my results...

Meanwhile life goes on day to day, pretty much routine for me... read the on-line newspapers in the morning, write my personal flog with daily observations that is sent in turn to a few dozen friends... go for a walk or bike ride... read some in the whatever books I have going... finish up a few household chores, make dinner, watch some news and English mysteries on the telly... then bed... and wake up... repeat... pretty dull huh?

That all got me to thinking about an old favorite song of mine...

Sinner's Prayer

by Slaid Cleaves / Rod Picott . . . Happy Valley Music, BMI/Welding Rod Music, BMI
from the CDs Wishbones and Sorrow & Smoke: Live at the Horseshoe Lounge

I’m not living like I should
I want to be a better man
A sinners prayer upon my lips
A broken promise in my hands
I know that there will come a day
A heavy price I’ll have to pay
I keep pretending to be good
But I’m not living like I should

I’m not living like I should
I’ve let the mystery slip away
The night goes by in dreamless sleep
I’m chasing foolish things all day
I walk this town just like a ghost
I don’t know what I miss the most
I’d believe in something if I could
I’m not living like I should

When people see me on the street
They think they see an honest man
They don’t know what lies beneath
But some of them would understand
They know the soul and what it hides
You sometimes see it in their eyes
A guilty man where a child once stood
I’m not living like I should

I’m not living like I should
The wolves howl, the robin sings
The world keeps spinning round and round
I wait for mercy’s angel wings
Another day another year
Death keeps whispering in my ear
I say a prayer, I knock on wood
I’m not living like I should

I’m not living like I should
I used to be a better man
A sinners prayer upon my lips
A broken promise in my hands
A squandered gift,a wasted day
Time chases life away
I just wanted to be good
But I’m not living like I should