428 Pieces of Sunday Candy
My gig all afternoon was out on the wagon, climbing up as high as twenty-five feet in the air and grabbing and throwing down bales to then hand to Patty, who was stationed at the chute of the hay elevator. So after throwing and grabbing them off the pile I would deliver each one over to Patty to send up into the barn on a borrowed, beloved, elevator that then spit them into the barn for the stacking team to deal with. Some of us took turns going inside and outside but I loved being in the full sun, dripping, smiling, and singing. I had the hook from Sunday Candy stuck in my head. The elevator was too loud for anyone to hear it, but I sang for the baling twine anyway.
You gotta move it slowly
Take and eat my body like it's holy
I've been waiting for you for the whole week
I've been praying for you, you're my Sunday candy
Things are going pretty damn good around here. I have no amazing news, book deals, or imported horses to announce to you fine people. I'm just keeping on. Things are tight but that will change and I always figure it out. I have a lot of projects in the works and am writing a lot to try and sell a new book about Merlin and Me, as well as finishing up Birchthorn (new chapters posted this week, by the by). So much fun terrorizing those people. I get it, Joe Hill. I get it.
It's summer. I'm writing. I'm creating. I'm riding my horse. I'm singing. I'm laughing. I got amazing friends. I'm wearing jeans I didn't fit into for the last 4 years. I'm running. I'm rocking out. Last night the border collies and I had a dance party to Pitbull's Timber which lasted a good triple repeat worth of singing/barking at the top of our lungs. Feel however you want to feel about pop music and celebrities with dollar signs in the spelling of their names but if you can listen to that song and not start dancing in your living room you are an android and should be melted for parts for us among the living. It's no Sunday Candy, but we can't all be so damn sweet.