This semester Mark and I have been taking an online arts class. For it to be worth 2 credits, we had to attend 20 "art-ish" events and write one paper per event within a week of the performance. Some weeks we were gone 4 of 6 available evenings. Well, I have just written my last paper for the class after having attended my last event on Saturday night. What a relief. Since we have now finished (completely) the two classes we were taking online, I now have only 3 classes to attend and think about for the rest of the semester. Quite by luck, of those 3 classes I only have 2 final exams and 1 final project. My life should be much less stressful without those petty little classes.
Last week, as we were about to leave for school, we found that the battery on our motorcycle had died. At first I thought it wouldn't start because it was low on gas and it was quite cold outside. Each morning, to avoid conflict with parking our car, we ride the motorcycle to school (freezing our faces off) and park right by our classes where there are always available motorcycle parking spaces. So, not having this bike caused some problems for a little while. Finally, today, we got the battery charged. Unfortunately, we didn't get it charged until after the nice, beautiful, warm day had turned into a cold, windy day. So, through text messaging, my mother and I wrote this poem:
Jess:
It's a beautiful day for a ride
Unfortunately the battery died
Mom:
A new battery will cost more than a nickel
But without it you will be in a pickle
Jess:
I don't want a pickle
I just wanna ride on my motor-sicle
Mom:
And I don't wanna die
Just wanna ride on my motorcy
-cull
If only I could post the song by Arlo Guthrie where we got half of our lyrics...
3 years ago
3 comments:
yeah, the concert was great. it's rock music pretty much, r&b. it's great stuff. yeah, hairspray comes out on the 20th. like tuesday. i've been counting down the days. I'm going to buy it for sure, and watch it the same day.
that really sucks about your battery. I know battery aren't cheap. i hope things are better since that got fixed.
i don't want a pickle, just want to ride on my motorcycle.
and i don't want a tickle, cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle
and I don't want to die, just want to ride on my motorcycle.
it was late last night the other day, i thought i'd go up and see ray,
and so i went up and i saw ray, there was only one thing ray could say, was
i don't want a pickle, just want to ride on my motorcycle.
and i don't want a tickle, cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle
and I don't want to die, just want to ride on my motorcycle.
late last night i was on my bike,
i run into my friend named mike.
run into my friend named mike
mike no longer has a bike, he cries
i don't want a pickle, just want to ride on my motorcycle.
and i don't want a tickle, cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle
and I don't want to die, just want to ride on my motorcycle.
--arlo guthrie
check out his web site- arlo.net- go to lyrics and check out a couple of our other favs- story of reuben clamzo and his strange daughter in the key of A and the chrytler song!
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