It’s been ninety degrees -or more- (that’s “Dang Hot!” for you folks on Celsius time) for about the last week to ten days.
My son was sitting on the floor listening to music this morning. “Pieces”, by Sum 41.
“I tried to be perfect
But nothing was worth it…”
He looked a little sad.
“What are you thinking about when you listen to that song, buddy?”
Shrugs his shoulders.
“Do you feel like that song?”
He comes over and sits in my lap and we listen to it again.
“I have four songs I listen to when I’m sad”, he says.
One of them was “Clumsy”, by Chris Rice
“I get so clumsy
I get so foolish
I get so stupid
And then I feel so useless”
He’s nine, I’m forty-five.
I’ve felt a little blue since this morning too.
The Dog Days aren’t supposed to start until August.
Kind of feels like they’ve started a little early around here.