See You in September

It’s been a long month. And, it’s been hard to post here about anything but, well, you know.

So, I made another one of my infamous decisions. I’m taking a break.

I need to think about my writing and what this blog should or shouldn’t be.

At least some of that thinking will be done with my ample, and perhaps still glowing, backside, planted in the sand. It’s also likely that we’ll have some dinner conversations with our very good friends Margaret and Rita.

Have a good August.

We’ll see you in September.


RADIATION: The Play List

When I started this cancer journey back in November I at first tried to shrug it off as just something else I had to get through. It has been that, mostly.

But when I went for the pre-surgical consult in May, I realized that “$#!+ was getting real.”

When the day came to start the radiation treatments, I knew that all I had to do was get through the next twenty-five weekdays and I would be done. So I came up with an idea to do a musical countdown. Finding a song for every number from one to twenty-five was a challenge. But, I did it.

Daily on Facebook I would post the song, and a phrase with the countdown. And I promised my friends and followers that there would be a playlist. So, here it is.

Radiation: The Playlist

One singular sensation…1/25
One, A Chorus Line

Two can be as bad as one, it’s the loneliest number since the number one… 2/25
One, Three Dog Night

Once, twice, three times a laser…3/25
Three Times A Lady,  Lionel Richie

Twenty-five or six to four…4/25
25 or 6 to 4, Chicago

It’s five o’clock somewhere…but not here yet…5/25
It’s Five O’clock Somewhere, Alan Jackson and Jimmy Buffet

Sometimes I spend the whole afternoon sitting around and singing a tune about six (Bert to Ernie) … 6/25
Sesame Street: Bert’s Favorite Number 6

Call it hell, call it heaven, But it’s probably twelve to seven…7/25
Guys and Dolls

Ain’t got nothin’ but treatment, eight days a week…8/25

Ask not for whom the bell tolls. Today it tolled for ME! #outdamnedspot #cancersucks #25anddone

Eight Days A Week, The Beatles

Love Potion Number Nine…9/25
Love Potion No. 9, The Clovers

Ten minutes ago, I got here…10/25
Ten Minutes Ago, Cinderella

One day I’ll have me a
Chauffeur… and a block long limousine to drive me to these appointments…Eee-o-Eleven (Sammy Davis, Jr.)…11/25

Twelve gates to the city all square (thanks Elvis)…12/25
I, John

Well, there’s thirteen hundred and fifty two guitar pickers in Nashville (Lovin’ Spoonful), but not quite as many treatments left…13/25
Nashville Cats

Fourteen days. Fourteen fights. Fourteen lefts. And fourteen rights. (Bill Haley and His Comets)…14/25
Hot Dog Buddy Buddy

Fifteen miles on the “Eerie” Canal…15/25
The Erie Canal Song

You’re sixteen, you’re beautiful, and you’re more than halfway done…16/25
You’re Sixteen, You’re Beautiful, Ringo Star

Only seventeen, but I’m no dancing queen…17/25
Dancing Queen, Abba

And roll on eighteen-wheeler roll on (Alabama)…18/25
Roll On (Eighteen Wheeler)

Aw, it was 19-something (Mark Wills)…19/25
19 Somethin’

Life was so much easier twenty years ago (Kenny Rogers)…20/25
Twenty Years Ago

Wo wo wo wo wo wo hey, twenty one, twenty one (The Shirelles)…21/25
Twenty One

It took me 22 years, Oh my (Styx)…22/25
22 Years

They learned readin’, writin’, Route 23 (Dwight Yoakam)…23/25
Readin’, Writin’, Rt. 23

One day more…this never-ending road to Calvary…24/25
One Day More! Les Miserables

I can’t believe that it’s all over, Baby (Skeeter Davis)…25/25…
I Can’t Believe That It’s All Over

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