Just getting it done

Sometimes, it’s just a matter of putting your foot on the ground and then going through the motions masking whatever stress we feel just to function I love when people tell me, put a happy face on and before you know it you’ll be out of the funk you’ve been in. Yeah right, if only silver dollars fell from the sky too. Nothing is ever that easy. Times like this, I actually envy robots, they have the luxury of programming. Humans on the other hand malfunction more than function.

Yesterday, I woke up and absentmindedly reached down to pat Yeatsie. No Yeatsie, no cat bed beside my bed. No Macavity snuggled by my legs. I felt alone even though Vic was still sleeping beside me. Then I rose, made coffee and opened Facebook to discover a good friend had passed away unexpectedly. As I sat, thinking about our last conversation the phone rang and it was the vet’s office telling me Yeatsie’s body was back from cremation. All of this before I finished my first cup of coffee. Needless to say, the day didn’t improve emotionally.

I found myself wondering where I bought the candle I lit for Bruce because it seemed to burn forever. I know I could have distinguished at any point but that’s not my way. I always light a candle to help guide a loved one’s journey to the other side. Many of Bruce’s friends lit their own candles along with mine… he was loved. Wil I be as loved when it’s my time. I hope so.

I glanced at Yeatsie’s urn, it matched Purryl’s perfectly. Three urns with my beloved fur babies all in red cherry sitting together isn’t how I expected life to be but then no one thinks of the time when our pets depart their physical bodies.

I made it through the day, packing up more stuff until I was exhausted and it was time to chair the writing group on zoom. By the time that meeting ended my mind was too exhausted to think and the pillow felt inviting.

This morning, I woke with Macavity beside my legs and I thanked him for making the beginning of my day comforting. He nuzzled my hand and stretched out on the bed. He wasn’t ready to rise yet but I was. Thursday is trash pick up so sleeping in is out of the question. I could have put it out last night but the rain was torrential and I didn’t find it appealing to get saturated before going to bed. The fog is lingering this morning, kinda like Macavity wanting the day to wait for him.

Adding to the daily stress is the mortgage company representing the investor calls every f-ing day. to find out the status of the house. Yes, they harass us every single day except Sunday. I’m beginning to think the investor who owns our loan just wants to take the deed in lieu and sell it himself cutting us out of the picture. Nothing has been easy in this picture since covid drastically impacted our finances. The Care Act is pretty clear on our rights as homeowners but our wallets can’t handle hiring an attorney and this sleeze ball is confident he can pull the rug out while fattening his wallet.

It’s a wonder we rest at all, I believe our bodies shut down out of sheer mental exhaustion.

Sometimes, I wonder if living is really worth this,

The Moon went behind a cloud

to hide it’s face and cry…

The silence of a falling star lit up the early morning sky.
I wonder where you are, Bruce.
I’m so sad…… it just can’t be true. But it is… his son, his daughter, his daughter-in-law all say it is so.

This candle is for my friend, Bruce Shubert, he passed unexpectedly yesterday, leaving so many of us in shock.

Hank Williams knew how to put it into lyrics… the heart ache that never goes away when your loved ones pass.

After Johnny died a man (Bruce) I didn’t know very well at the time reached out daily. Initially, it was just to let me know I wasn’t alone. Bruce offered kindness in the dark hours when I couldn’t sleep. He understood how difficult it was being a grandmother who has lost her grandson and was terrified of losing her son as well.

Sometimes, people say I’m so sorry for your loss. I’m only a phone call, don’t hesitate. Time passes and they’re always too busy. Bruce wasn’t like that. He lived up to his promise and then some. No matter what was happening, he always found the time to check in . We became good friends though we never physically met.

He was very active in many Facebook groups and his presence was felt around the world. Oddly enough yesterday morning he posted this meme. All of us are going to miss his good morning and many blessings post.

I hope he’s right because this world feels very alone today. I found myself wondering if somehow he knew his time was coming, you know like a premonition.

As if there wasn’t enough sadness in my world, the phone rang to tell me Yeatsie is back from the crematory. I stood looking out the window, trying not to cry. Mother Nature thankfully, had it covered, it’s pouring…. all the tears that I’m ready to shed.

Bruce, please give, Johnnie, Sammy, Logan, Yeatsie, Purryl, Quasi and Fluffy… each a hug for me.

Selling a home isn’t for the weak at heart part 3

I know we’re not the only one facing the ordeal of selling their home during a pandemic to avoid a foreclosure. Cleaning the house continuously so it’s spotless is a pain in the ass. I don’t know about you about I’m a messy cook.

I miss sleeping…. the voices in my head, reminding me all the things still left to do. Where? When? How?

The stress of 2020 was bad enough with my cancer scare, and covid, but the stress hasn’t really diminshed in 2021 for us because Insurance companies don’t pay their agents commissions. Oh yeah, that gray area the big insurance companies don’t discuss. Heaven forbid you’re late with a premium payment, they’ll cancel you in a heartbeat but on the other hand they take forever to release the agent’s commission for selling or renewing a policy. Horizon is the worst offender but United Healthcare comes in at close second. They owe my husband his commissions from last November. They’re sitting on the money, collecting interest and keeping the ceo’s account healthy. They don’t care we have bills to pay. I’m not amused at all.

Macavity did much better in the car today. He didn’t stay hidden under the seat like he has other trips in the car. He laid on the blanket on the seat. That’s huge for him. Once, we’re actually relocating I have a carrier that has a seat belt restraint so he’s safe too.

The crocuses have already gone by here in Jersey. In the front yard, the daffodils and tulips are up but not open yet. The irises and hyacinths are up as well but no buds are showing. Some of the trees have leaves open and others don’t. I noticed the red tips on my roses today, they’re just beginning their spring growth. In the back yard, the peonies, and lilies have little tips showing. No sign of the hostas yet. I’m going to miss my garden but am excited to try new things when we move.

Life has twists and turns but thankfully my blueberry muffins were awesome with coffee today. There’s nothing better than the smell of baked sugar lingering in the air. Each muffin oozed streams of blue. Just what I needed to begin my day along with a game of cribbage before the insanity of people coming to see the house.

Selling a home isn’t for the weak of heart part 2

The listing went up March 17th. The realtor said there were requests to see the house the very next day. WTF? I didn’t even have it clean yet or all the boxes moved to the basement. I said, not happening. Schedule them for Friday. And then I did what I could get done until Jordi came over. Thank goodness he is young and strong because the boxes alone would have killed me. He did all the running up and downstairs and unassembled the cabinet upstairs so we get it ready for bulk pick-up. He’s been our salvation through the packing thus far.

I went to bed exhausted and it still wasn’t all done. I got up early and continued with the cleaning. I finished with 15 minutes to spare before the first appointment. We have a ridiculous amount of glass and mirrors in here that takes a lot of time.

Macavity and I collapsed in the car together while Vic did a walk through with the realtor.

“Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer serves you, grows you, or makes you happy.” – Robert Tew

It’s stressful enough getting everything done but then trying to find ways to make it easier on Macavity. He hates riding in the car. I can’t say that’s unexpected, most cats react that way. But the alternative is more terrifying to me. Back in 2016 when we had the first realtor experience, she left the sliding glass door open and my cats ended up missing. Purryl and Yeatsie thankfully were only in the lower yard but Macavity was missing for hours. We fired her and withdrew the house from the market. I was so upset that he had been placed in harms way. I stressed to this realtor under no circumstances are the doors to be left open. I didn’t feel confident this would happen so I’m taking Macavity with us. Thank goodness I was still holding Macavity because we came home to the back door open. WTF? Are all realtors brought up in barns? Or without common sense?

Anyway, Friday and Saturday there were showings and now there’s an open house scheduled for this weekend. Macavity did better on Saturday in the car then he did on Friday. Hopefully, this weekend he will as well.

Selling a house during a Covid pandemic, adds another dimension to the picture. I’m faced with wiping all the surfaces once we’re back in the house to minimize the virus risks. I don’t feel comfortable not doing it. So clean before I leave and then clean again once I’m home. Lucky me.

“Welcome to my nightmare.” comes to mind.

We did get the first round of vaccine and the second round is scheduled but Macavity doesn’t have that luxury. He is already compromised with his heart condition so I can’t take any chances.

Yesterday, we worked on finishing the basement floor with interlocking mats. I was surprised what a difference it made, the concrete was freezing. It looks good compared to when we got the house, the previous owner had a blue rug that didn’t match anything down there and there wasn’t even a pad under it which we discovered after the water line broke. We had to pull everything because it got moldy.

“I used to feel like this home was my anchor in a storm, but leaving it… is it saving us from drowning. The taxes alone are staggering, add in the home owners fees on top of the mortgage there’s no way we can survive here. This house has been the gift that kept giving. We’ve had so many repair nightmares. I’m not sad to see it go, but I’m sad at what is involved to get to the next stage in our life. I can’t imagine doing this more than once in a lifetime but people do.

Selling a home isn’t for the weak of heart

The process of making it look fresh and clean is time consuming. Whether you’re scrubbing all the trim or repainting it to hide any blemishes, it’s not a one day task. In this house, I’ve been at three months straight out to get the 2125 square feet looking great. Especially getting rid of all the black trim from the previous owner. That in itself was time consuming as all get out. Then waiting for my oldest son to have time in his schedule to bring staging down to reach the hallway. He set up two one feet ladders and then added adjustable planks to walk across. It looks awesome.

All the window dressing is done then onto removing all the personal stuff, heaven forbid a new perspective buyer see family pictures or decorations. They just want minimal artwork up and no clutter. That’s challenging with my husband who is notorious for hanging onto every scrap of paper and then some. His desk is always an eye sore to me. I’m at a loss as to how he functions there. Then the fun stuff of cleaning everything to make it look unoccupied.

The challenges of that is fun when you have cats who leaves their own dna everywhere. With all the stress of our adjusting to a one cat household. Macavity still springs down the stairs like he used to do to Yeatsie everyday and then slumps his shoulders and waits there. It’s been a difficult week since we took Yeatsie to be laid down. Macavity has just begun eating again.. I took Yeatsie’s beds to the shelter, along with the self feeders, cat towers, and the extra litter boxes. They were quite pleased to get the donations.

It was terrifying to Macavity to go to the car because he saw Yeatsie go in the car and then not return. He did better the second day in the car with us. I can’t say I blame him. I’m not thrilled at having to leave our house for 3 hour chunks at a time so people can wander through our home, snooping where ever.

This is my first time selling a home and it feels like I’m being violated. I’ve always cherished my privacy.

Last night, deciding what I wanted to cook and then thinking about all the clean up after diminished my usual joy in food preparation. Hopefully, this will be a quick process but having this as long term situation will definitely drive me insane.

Getting this house ready as sucked the energy out of me and then some. It’s been more so challenging with the foot injury. I’m not sure if it was good news on Wednesday when the doctor said it looks like the stress fractures have healed. Apparently, they missed that break in October when they did the initial exam. I can’t fault him because I saw the first MRI, it wasn’t clear. This one showed everything really well. ( The difference in technician’s was huge too.) This MRI showed I did have two breaks along with the over extended Achilles. The bad news is the tendons, they’re still inflamed and he couldn’t tell me how long before they cooperate.

My friends have been commenting on my lack of writing. Yes, it has fallen to the side, there’s only so many hours in a day and by the time I get what has to get done versus what I would rather be doing. If only I could split myself in two. Even that might not be enough.

It is what it is. Like the old adage, everything has a time.

Dedicated to Yeatsie, Purryl and Quasi… Macavity, Mom and Dad miss you so very much.

10 fortune cookie messages.

Writing messages for strangers should be simple enough but then my self critic shows up and I’m over thinking the task. But then I remember all the good ones I’ve gotten over the years. How would I ever top those?

The first one that comes to mind to me is one I received many, many, many years ago… when fear hurts you, conquer it and defeat it. I carried that fortune in my wallet for years. I would randomly take it out of my wallet and hold it like it had some kind of hidden power for me.

Another one I received is the perfect love of your life is stepping into your world. I laughed and tossed that one away. Yeah right, there’s no such thing as the perfect love. I was in an abusive marriage and had given up on finding the love you read about in storybooks. Only fools drink that Kool-Aid. But then I began talking with a man in a writing group and he changed my opinions over time.( yup, I’m talking about Vic.)

After my divorce, I had gone to a Chinese restaurant with a friend of mine and the fortune cookie I got the message a new voyage will fill your life with untold memories. I put that one in my wallet with my fear one . I was early in the dating scene again with Vic and realizing how different his world was from mine. I was a small town girl and he was a city boy, all the things that were his norm were all new and intimidating to me but I knew moving here was easier for me than him relocating to Maine. Yes, I have gained many memories. And now we’re about to partake on the next voyage.

Land is always on a flying bird’s mind. I chuckled and added this one to my wallet as well. I’ve been an avid bird watcher for years but I never considered what goes through their mind. If I’m flying landing again definitely crosses my mind especially since I’m not fond of heights. Birds and me have a lot more in common then I thought.

Never give up. You’re not a failure if you keep trying. Makes me think of my Grandma always telling me try, try try again. I’ve told my children and my grandchildren the same thing. I wish I could hear her voice one more time.

You’re very talented in many ways. That one always makes me smile because I do love learning how to do new crafts.. Maybe one of my friends wrote this one..

Your shoes will make you happy today… if only that was true. It doesn’t seem to matter which shoe I wear right now, my foot aches all the time. I can’t wait until this injury heals. I swear this growing older isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. I remember thinking as a young person, I couldn’t wait to be an adult. Adults have it so easy. Yeah right, they have bills, mortgages, responsibility up the ying yang. Then add the health issues and how long each incident takes to heal. Broken bones when your young heal much faster than when your old. Shoes with the appropriate support aren’t the prettiest either.

I think I hung on to this one to give to my granddaughter who has a serious shoe fetish.

People are naturally attracted to you. I think I hung onto this one for those days that I struggled with feeling positive. That should be a given, if you treat people with compassion and sincerity than it comes full circle. But people tend to forget how to be compassionate. It’s all about them. I’m not like that never have been. I genuinely love helping other people. I’m typically a very happy person and that energy radiates. Remember the old adage a smile uses less muscles than a frown.

Life consists of not holding good cards but in playing those you hold well. Makes me think of all the pinochle games I played with my grandparents and parents over the years. My grandfather used to tease me that he always knew when I had a good hand because I beamed. It took me a while to learn how to mask my face regardless of my hand. It follows through with life as well, if we constantly play the cards dealt to you the same way, then the results will be the same. Some times we just have to look at the hand differently.

The last one I tucked in my wallet is you will conqueror obstacles to achieve success. Sometimes we just need a reminder that we can do it. I’ve struggled my whole life with a low self esteem. I’ve been told so many times that I’ll never amount to everything. That after a while I believed it. Those days are behind me but some of the collateral damage still lingers so gentle nudges in fortune cookies make a difference.

I have a box that I’ve kept over the years for my fortunes….I looked at them tonight when I came across this writing prompt. I’m still at a loss as to what would be the perfect fortune message. But I would start with:

Everyone is unique so be genuine.

Melanie’s Share Your World



If you could throw any kind of party, what would it be for?  (Covid considerations are suspended for this question)

Halloween is my favorite holiday. I love throwing costume parties. The anticipation of seeing everyone’s costumes is the best part.

Is a picture worth a thousand words? Elaborate.

I’ve taken a lot of pictures in my life, I’m not sure if they speak 1000 words but they do speak volumes about me.

Where IS Waldo?   (Waldo, for those unfamiliar with him, is a cartoon character featured in many “find Waldo” images and puzzles)      <——  WALDO

Waldo is taking a nap on my back deck. Waldo has been traveling a lot avoiding all the restrictions of Covid, When he landed in Jersey, I offered him our guest room but he really wanted to be outside. He’s hoping to see the new moon before anyone else.on… March 13, 2021

What’s the best part of waking up?

The smell of coffee beans being ground and then the aroma of coffee brewing. I love the quiet in the early morning as I patiently wake for my coffee.

Would you rather be covered in fur or covered in scales?   (Wee disclaimer.  I’m certainly not advocating the slaughter of creatures and the use of their skins for clothing or accessories.  No!  This question is a ‘grow your own’ type question…if you had an option of your own skin being made of fur OR scales, which would you choose?)

Fur, it’s not exactly beach weather yet.

“There is hope, even when your brain tells you there isn’t.” —John Green


Painted the upper trim in front entry way. The last time it was painted my friend talked me into painting it the same color as the wall because it doesn’t really say anything. It doesn’t frame a window or define the end of a space. But I never liked it blending in. Today, I painted it the same color as the lower trim and the window. It’s now monroe bisque and if I do say so… what a difference. It adds some visual and makes my photographs pop right out.

I wore my boot for part of the painting and my sneaker for the other so I didn’t abuse the foot. I wish I could say one was better than the other. I’m writing this blog entry with a tens unit do it’s thing on my foot. It’s so frustrating that 5 months later the foot still hurts this much.


“Self-care is never a selfish act—it is simply good stewardship of the only gift I have, the gift I was put on earth to offer to others.” —Parker Palmer

Many people understand the importance of eating right but it takes more than eating the right food if your body doesn’t process the way it supposed to do. I know every time I go for my physical I have bloodwork done and it comes back flagged with 2 deficiencies. I eat fruits, veggies and drink almond milk everyday. Doesn’t matter. my bloodwork says vitamin d and vitamin b12 are deficient. So I take supplements..

I felt sad and anxious … assumed that being depressed was a norm. I discussed my feelings with my doctor which led to my bloodwork. What a difference in just a couple of weeks. I suggest if you’re feeling out of sorts or sad that you ask your doctor to check your vitamin D and vitamin B12 levels to be sure. Vitamins don’t make me feel funny or make me feel tired. Some medical practioner’s are saying vitamin D is helpful against covid as well.





One step forward, one step backward

Just a brief recap, Sept 30th, I fell down the stairs carrying a box that was going to my granddaughter in Maine. I got up and continued bringing the box to the car and fetched the rest. No big deal, who doesn’t fall. I checked it out before bed, no bruising but it was sore. We went to Maine the next morning and made the deliveries. The following week a dark discoloration/ bruise appeared and the pain level increased. So I thought, well I’ll get it checked out. Ex-rays showed the third metatarsal was broke but he was concerned about the extension of my achilles and the swelling that was appearing in my calf. Okay on to get an MRI. MRI showed the achilles was torn slightly so into this boot for 3 months. The break healed but the achilles was still causing my toes to curl and the back of my leg to spasm. So we began PT, and a home tens unit. Now, mind you we’re talking four months and I still can’t walk without pain.

That’s not going to work I have a house to pack, and painting to finish so we get the best possible selling price. So interest of doing insanity I found a way to work for a couple of hours, use the tens unit to manage the pain. It made the process slower than it needed but at least there’s progress. I go to the Doctor yesterday morning for a recheck. I ask why the outside of my foot has increased in pain while the rest has appeared to recover. He takes another ex-ray and I have a new break.

You have got to frigging kidding. I’ve worn the boot when I’ve had to be on my foot longer periods even after I was freed. I am beside myself with frustration. Now, another MRI appointment is for this afternoon. He said to wear the boot again to I see him on the 17th when he goes over the results.

I’ve got a realtor biting at the bit to show our house and I’m still trying to pack. Can we say timing sucks?

If that wasn’t stressful enough, Vic’s mother collapsed again. She’s in the hospital because of oxygen deprivation and disorientation which go hand in hand. She lives in the St. Louis area, easy enough to get to if you hop on a plane. If you have the money to do that or feel comfortable flying with all the covid issues. Timing again, yesterday was Vic’s 68th birthday.

These are some of the crochet projects I completed during my time out from writing. My granddaughter , Olyvia was very happy with her albino bat like the one in Roblox, Stitch, Mike and Sully, and Rudolph. I made a few of the Plague doctor and nurse with cards saying 2020 survivor. And of course, hats and scarves for family. I did make all the grandchildren a reindeer for their holiday decorations. I made productive use of my time in the boot and restricted walking.

I’m going to close this entry with one of my go to quotes when I feel overwhelmed.

“On your darkest days do not try to see the end of the tunnel by looking far ahead. Focus only on where you are right now. Then carefully take one step at a time, by placing just one foot in front of the other. Before you know it, you will turn that corner.”
― Anthon St. Maarten

Time Out

Hard to believe that four months slipped by since I’ve blogged here. Frustrated and stressed after falling back in October I really didn’t have much I wanted to talk about. Trying to get everything done in the house so it can go on the market meant not decorating for the holidays. That stressed me more than I wanted to admit. I’m 64 and this was the first time in my life there wasn’t a tree in my home.

It’s been almost a year since the cancer scare. Nothing new has surfaced since they did the scope in August. The bloodwork was fine, my liver numbers dropped to almost normal levels. Since the gall bladder surgery, there are still lots of foods that trigger discomfort. The Omeprazole has become a staple in my life now. There are some foods that I refuse to eliminate from my diet. Yeah, I know glutton for punishment.

I’ve been painting the trim and touching up the walls that needed it. It looks so much better now. I hope the new owners appreciate all the effort. Even if they don’t, it’s just part of my nature. I can’t leave the house half done, I see it as a reflection of me. In good conscience I know we will be leaving this home in better condition than when we moved into it back in 2004.

The previous owner swapped out appliances after we purchased the house so there were older appliances here instead of the ones we originally saw. Vic actually came to the house after signing and the man that worked for the owner was taking bookcases out of the house. Sleezeball.

I know in previous blog entries I talked about my fur babies. Macavity is doing well but Yeatsie is not. He’s lost a lot of weight, is disoriented most of the time. He cries out and acts fearful as if he doesn’t recognize us. It’s heartbreaking seeing him standing there trembling not sure what to do next.

Yes, cats do get Alzheimer’s or dementia. He sleeps so much more than he did. His 17th birthday is in May. I don’t know where the time went because it seems like only yesterday I was bottle feeding him. He went on the bus with me, he went to my college classes with me. He bravely puffed up his little body when strangers approached our car when we were lost in the Bronx.

The decision is weighing heavily on me. Vic said he would support whatever decision I make. I’m questioning what his quality of life really is right now. Our vet likes to push drugs and that’s not quality of life when your 17 years old or 84 in human years. I love my cats dearly but that doesn’t give me the right to hang onto to them at all costs.

I know with Quasi, he had thyroid issues and we battled every day with him to get his medication into him. He didn’t cooperate at all and in the end it didn’t matter because he ended up dying. He weighed only 4 lbs when he died. He looked horrific.

Yeatsie right now weighs 8 lbs, you can see his protruding back bone and part of his ribcage. I keep coaxing him to eat and drink but he resists. It’s a daily battle between us right now.

I’m sure there are people that disagree with my thoughts about extending a cats life but I’m not really asking for advice. I know if I didn’t recognize my home or family than I would want the option of assisted suicide versus being trapped in a body afraid of everything around me. Humans can vocalize their feelings and hopefully live where it is legal whereas our pets depend on us to do the right thing.

I’ve crocheted a lot while I wasn’t writing. I’ll post pictures in the next blog entry.

Anyway, this is where my head is.

#Song Lyric Sunday

What day is it? Oh yeah, Sunday. Time for Song Lyric Sunday or #SLS. Jim prompts us with begin/end/finish/start.  I could have chosen a song with begin but I felt I covered begin so I moved to end. My choices of end I really like so I started by writing my entry with three different approaches to the End of the World.

Billie Eilish ~ The End of the World


The End of the World was originally by Rob Dickinson.

Breathe the air again, it’s a beautiful day
I wish this moment would stay with the Earth
Some primal paradise
But there you go again, saying everything ends
Saying you can’t depend on anything, or anyone

If the end of the world was near
Where would you choose to be?
If there was five more minutes of air
Would you panic and hide
Or run for your life
Or stand here and spend it with me
If we had five more minutes
Would I, could I, make you happy?

And we would live again
In the simplest of ways
Living day after day
Like some primal animals
We would love again
Under glorious suns
With the freedom that comes with the truth

If the end of the world was near
Where would you choose to be?
If there was five more minutes of air
Would you panic and hide?
Or run for your life?
Or stand here and spend it with me?
If we had five more minutes
Would I, could I, make you happy?

So it finally came to pass
I saw the end of the world
Saw the madness unfold like
Some primal burial
And I looked back upon
And the moment of truth
Between you and me

If we had five more minutes of air to breathe
And we cried all through it
But you spent them with me
On our last few drags of air we agree
I was and you were happy

I noticed her first in the James Bond movie trailer, No Time to Die promotions. She sang the theme song No Time to Die. Eilish’s debut studio album,  Where We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go in 2019 debuted atop the Billboard 200. It became the best performing album in 2019 in the states.

She’s a young woman with a lot of years ahead of her.

Rob Dickinson  is a British musician and singer-songwriter previously of the band Catherin Wheel.  On 10 June 2008, Fresh Wine for the Horses was re-released by Universal/Fontana adding the new song “The End of the World.” 

Songwriters: Rick Wentworth / David Dundas / Rob Dickinson

I discovered him by accident because I typed in the End of the World looking for Skeeter Davis. This End of the World was written by Arthur Kent and Sylvia Dee.

The End of the World

Skeeter Davis

Why does the sun go on shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?
‘Cause you don’t love me anymore

Why do the birds go on singing?
Why do the stars glow above?
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?
It ended when I lost your love

I wake up in the morning and I wonder
Why everything’s the same as it was
I can’t understand, no, I can’t understand
How life goes on the way it does

Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye

Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Peter Mcnulty-Connolly / Marcus Mybe / Louie St. Louis / Kurtis Deshaun Williams / Michael Angelo

It’s more this just an end now, my entry is finished. Now if only the circus in the White House would end. Bozo needs to put on his big boy pants and accept his loss.

Thanks Jim.