Memorial Day Weekend Report, Mungo Jerry, & A SAL (Sing Along)

Four hours of my life were spent spraying weed killer on the weeds in the foundation garden beds Friday morning in 90+ degree heat & humidity.  Saturday morning brought me a 4-hour repeat under the same conditions with the addition of pulling weeds in the little strip garden along the back of the house which sits in the shade most of the day but is still one of the devil's favorite places to spend his summer vacation because of what he considers to be "weather just like back home."  Sunday I had to rest.  I didn't have any choice.  You would think that 2 days of bending, crouching, & kneeling for a few hours to spray/pull weeds would not be all that physically demanding but I felt like someone had beat me with a baseball bat.  I could barely move.  John had to help me get up out of my recliner Saturday night & I was about half way up when he jokingly asked if I wanted him to get me a walker & we both started laughing so hard that I ended up having to sit back down & then had to try to get up again!  This afternoon I decided to shuffle out & plant a couple daylilies we picked up at Walmart this morning.  Once again we're talking about 90+ degree temperatures.  After making my way back into the house ... a big, sweaty lump of a woman ... I thought of a song that was popular when I was in high school.  It was a little ditty called "In the Summertime" by a group called Mungo Jerry.  They sing about what they consider to be the joys of summer.  What can I say ... it was the early 70s.  They were apparently on drugs.  For those of you who aren't familiar with the song, you can listen to it by clicking on the link below.  Note that I have provided my own, more realistic lyrics underneath.  Feel free to sing along   : )

In the Summertime

Words & Music by Ray Dorset

Alternate lyrics by The Easily Influenced Stitcher

In the summertime when the weather is hot

You can scratch away at the bug bites you got

In the summertime you be scratchin', you be scratchin' all the time.

When the bites start to bleed then a Band-Aid you see if you can find.

When the sun is bright that's a problem for you

If you're in it more than a minute or two

'Cause the sweat will pour down your face into your eyes & you'll be blind.

And your clothes will be wet & your underwear will stick in your behind.

You buy sunscreen & you layer it on

In the blink of an eye the whole bottle is gone

But your skin still burns & it blisters, yes it blisters & you cry.

And your nose always runs 'cause of allergies & you wish you could die.

Sing along with me, dee dee dee dee dee

Da da da da da, we are NOT happy

Da da da dee da doo dee da doo da dee da

Da da da da da da da da da da.

When the winter's here it's like Party Town

Wearing sweaters by the fire as you watch the snow fall down

But it doesn't last, soon the summer comes to torture us again.

Come & kneel with me as we pray that Jesus takes us before then.