Rocky Burnette - Tired of Toein' the Line
The night of the 15th I could not fall asleep. I just couldn't. Stressed out, worried, whatever. So... I'm laying there in bed running through the channels over and over. There was nothing on to watch. I can never figure out why that should be. I mean, we gots over a hundred stinkin' channels. There should be something at least passably interesting to watch at 2 in the morning. Wouldn't you think? But there isn't. So... I started running through the Music Choice channels, which most of you know are the music channels you get with your cable hookup. No videos and way too much crap, but they do play some good music. My favorite channels are the classic rock, soul, disco and country channels, as well as the decades channels: the 90's, 80's, 70's, and the golden oldies channel that plays some 60's and 50's. Anyway... While I was laying there trying to fall asleep and not succeeding, they played this old Rocky Burnette song. I remembered it right away. It was one of my favorite songs that year. I love the way he kinda has that little cryin' thing going on, or the little hiccough going on. Wiki him. I was blown away by how much I DIDN'T know about the man. Him and Billy Burnette, either. No way you can classify this guy as a "one hit wonder". No freekin' way. Anyway... it is a great song.
Uncle Charles Update: Tina called today to say that all 9 of his doctors crammed into his room and ran her out while they poked and prodded him and gave him a good going over. His bowels seem to be starting to function again, which is a relief. They say he will be going home tomorrow or Friday. So I guess I will going up to TN this Saturday. I will be there until the following Saturday or if Pete does like we'll do going up and spend the night Saturday and him and Thomas drive back home Sunday, then I will be home the next Sunday. I think that is the smart thing to do. I wouldn't want to sit in a car for 7-8 hours, get out for an hour or two and then jump back in and go another 7-8 hours in the car again. I'm fairly certain that will tire Pete out way more than he could stand. He's not up to full steam yet, no matter what he thinks. I hate the thought of leaving Thomas down here by himself for the whole week. But I guess it will be a good test for him. We'll see how well he does with his responsibilities without me here to remind him when he'd rather forget. I'm nervous about the whole thing. I shouldn't be such a freekin' chicken. I'm scared of the drive up there, more scared of the trip they will take back without me. Pete will drive faster without me in the car and driving in the mountains is dangerous. I'm scared of how Thomas will do without me here. I'm scared that Pete and he will fight while I'm gone and Thomas is way bigger than Pete and stronger, too. And if Pete does something stupid like tell Thomas to take his best shot at Dad, like he did a couple of years ago. Stupid move. Thomas wasn't going to, but Pete told him to again, and he don't understand that Thomas takes things quite literally. He didn't want to do it, and he started crying, but when Pete told him the third time to take as good a swing at old Dad as he could, Thomas did. And he cried and he ran to his room and locked the door and hid in the dark. And Pete got his glasses broken and his pride hurt and a bloody nose. And I was so mad at him for putting Thomas thru that cause Thomas doesn't understand what just happened or why his Dad wanted him to hit him. It was a heartbreaking scene for me. The closest I came to leaving Pete since we've been back together. I explained to him that if anything like that ever happend again I would have to take Thomas and go live somewhere else, but... he may try it again just cause I won't be here. He's kinda sick and twisted that way, sometimes. And I worry about it. I know taking care of Charles is the right thing for me to do. It's what I have to do in order to continue being comfortable with myself. He's family. I have obligation to the elders of my family to try to help them and care for them when they are having hard times. Do I not? How would I feel if I didn't go and he didn't have anyone there to watch after him and he fell down or tried to lift too much and he injured himself and possibly died because of it. What would that make me? A murderer? Basically, because I know his need and if I don't try to help then at best I am being neglectful. Oh well... I'm going, that's all I can say. I will go and I will do my best for him. That is all I can do. Anyway... must get some sleep. Have to go shopping some more tomorrow. oops, it's today already.
Peace. Have a Great Night Everybody!