The Fall
this was written in 1988.....
It's really chilly this mornin; I tell ya Spring is so durned unpredictable. Yesterday the temperature was 85, and today we'll do good if it gets up past 45. At least the sun come out. Maybe it'll be a pretty day, anyway.
Sittin here, just a lookin out my kitchen window, I can see the City is tearin up the danged street again. A new sewer system this time. Every Spring they start tearin up the streets, and then there's dust all over everythin, more work for me.
It feels really strange around here now, without Pete. Hard for me to believe he's really gone. Last night I was watchin the T.V., and somethin come on that i knew he'd get a kick out of. Thinkin he was in the kitchen, I yelled; "Hey Pete, come and check this out!" Then it dawned on me...Pete's gone.
I'm sure gonna miss that man; he was good company. We used to do everythin together: if he went, I went. and lord that man kept me laughin, always somethin funny to say. Especially if we were talkin about the neighbors.
We did some talkin me and Pete, the state of the world, or the state of the state; he could keep up a conversation. He was a thinkin man and and a manly man; my heart skipped a beat everytime he entered the room.
Seven good years we had together, my Pete and me. Now it wasn't all rosey ya know, We had our hard time like everybody else, but we kept on going. When we got married, he said he'd made me a promise, and he intended to keep it. True Blue was Pete, a man of his word.
Oh, I guess that's why I was in so much shock last week; when I found out about the other woman. But after I thought about it, and we had a little talk, I told him, "That's O.K. Petey, everbody makes mistakes, so I 'd forgive him.
He was so happy about the makin up that he said we should go away, just me and him, a little vacation, seeins how we never had one.
I always wanted to go down to Southern Illinois and see Fern Cliff, so that's where we went. I couldn't believe how pretty it was. The trees were a bloomin and flowers poppin up everywhere. But what really got me, was the cliffs...sharp edged and straight down.
You know, I've always had this problem of thinkin too much when I'm doings things; like washin dishes, or takin walks. I guess it was the walkin that started me thinkin that day, and something just stuck in my craw...
Oh, Lord, look at the time. I've gotta quit day-dreamin out this window. I've got too much to get done. Funeral's tomorrow; I've got to find somethin to wear.
It'll take me a while, but I'll stop missin old Pete. What a card he was. If he was here right now he'd say, "It weren't the fall that killed me, it were the suddden stop." heh, heh, heh, that man...
It's really chilly this mornin; I tell ya Spring is so durned unpredictable. Yesterday the temperature was 85, and today we'll do good if it gets up past 45. At least the sun come out. Maybe it'll be a pretty day, anyway.
Sittin here, just a lookin out my kitchen window, I can see the City is tearin up the danged street again. A new sewer system this time. Every Spring they start tearin up the streets, and then there's dust all over everythin, more work for me.
It feels really strange around here now, without Pete. Hard for me to believe he's really gone. Last night I was watchin the T.V., and somethin come on that i knew he'd get a kick out of. Thinkin he was in the kitchen, I yelled; "Hey Pete, come and check this out!" Then it dawned on me...Pete's gone.
I'm sure gonna miss that man; he was good company. We used to do everythin together: if he went, I went. and lord that man kept me laughin, always somethin funny to say. Especially if we were talkin about the neighbors.
We did some talkin me and Pete, the state of the world, or the state of the state; he could keep up a conversation. He was a thinkin man and and a manly man; my heart skipped a beat everytime he entered the room.
Seven good years we had together, my Pete and me. Now it wasn't all rosey ya know, We had our hard time like everybody else, but we kept on going. When we got married, he said he'd made me a promise, and he intended to keep it. True Blue was Pete, a man of his word.
Oh, I guess that's why I was in so much shock last week; when I found out about the other woman. But after I thought about it, and we had a little talk, I told him, "That's O.K. Petey, everbody makes mistakes, so I 'd forgive him.
He was so happy about the makin up that he said we should go away, just me and him, a little vacation, seeins how we never had one.
I always wanted to go down to Southern Illinois and see Fern Cliff, so that's where we went. I couldn't believe how pretty it was. The trees were a bloomin and flowers poppin up everywhere. But what really got me, was the cliffs...sharp edged and straight down.
You know, I've always had this problem of thinkin too much when I'm doings things; like washin dishes, or takin walks. I guess it was the walkin that started me thinkin that day, and something just stuck in my craw...
Oh, Lord, look at the time. I've gotta quit day-dreamin out this window. I've got too much to get done. Funeral's tomorrow; I've got to find somethin to wear.
It'll take me a while, but I'll stop missin old Pete. What a card he was. If he was here right now he'd say, "It weren't the fall that killed me, it were the suddden stop." heh, heh, heh, that man...
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