Shack Attack
and
Looney Tunes
I got cabin fever it's burning in my brain
I've got cabin fever it's driving me insane
Been stuck at home so long I’ve simply gone bananas
I’ve got cabin fever I've lost what sense I had
I’ve got cabin fever, I’m going mad
My sanity is hanging by a thread
Since I’m going nowhere I've gone out of my head
I’ve got cabin fever
No if's, and's, or but's
I’m disoriented
And demented
And a little nuts
I've got cabin fever
I think I've lost my grip
I know I need a little trip
I’m sitting, spinning my wheels,
headed who knows where
And now though I’m all here
I’m not all there
Cabin fever! 1
Been feeling a little shack wacky lately.
- a serious bout of shack wacky wiredness
You can tell that Cabin Fever has struck
when you look in the mirror in the morning and you realize
that you have taken on a resemblance to Jack Nicholson
in “The Shining”.
When it strikes, if you don’t deal with it
you alternate between being in a funk, and weird enthusiasm.
Well, my MorningStar friends,
It seems to me when we can still laugh at ourselves,
we’re not too far gone.
I’m laughing.
(if you don't laugh you'll go crazy)
Do not be alarmed, I’m not in as bad a shape as in the song above,
it is only a fun thing I found.
But I need a break – a change.
So I’m playing hooky the rest of the week,
Today’s (Monday) snippet was the last one for now.
The island (Prince Edward) beckons, and
I’m going there tomorrow for change of scene,
and actual human company.
Just 3 or 4 days away with no work;
no ‘puter, no boring, repetitive TV.
And having a real, live human to talk with - Wowzers!!
While solitude is nice, too much of anything
isn’t always good; it certainly provides
an insight into the lives of widows and widowers.
(Perhaps when I return I’ll check out frequenting
Robbins Donuts or Tim Hortons to relieve boredom) <lol>
Just roaming with backpack and cooler
and someone to “ooh” and “ahh” with;
to walk on sandy beaches
and views to give the cameras a workout.
Companionship and conversation;
Oh! blessed human contact
and conversation.
We truly forget what it’s like
until it’s gone.
Truly, all is well – and shall be even “weller”
The Good Lord willing and the creek don’t rise,
the snippets will resume next Monday.
You know you have Cabin Fever
when you’ve named all of the birds visiting your birdfeeder
after your dead uncles and aunts.
You know you have Cabin Fever
when you don't get out of your robe and slippers
until about 2 p.m. every day
(and only then by ceremoniously announcing loudly to your cat:
"I think I'll get dressed now!").
You know you’re Shack Wacky
when comment to yourself on how beautiful the sunrise is
and then your realize that you aren't sure if it is the sunrise or the sunset.
(Never mind, it isn't really that freakin' nice, after all).
You know you have Cabin Fever
when your first morning ritual
is to look at the outdoor thermometer reading.
You know you’ve gone Shack Wacky
when you craft a snippet
of the ways you know you have Whiner Cabin Fever.
Adios and Au Revoir, my friends.
I’ll be back – then look out,
I’ll be rearin’ to go!
Until we meet again.
may God hold you in His hands
and keep you well.
And keep smiling!
(I am)
and
Looney Tunes
I got cabin fever it's burning in my brain
I've got cabin fever it's driving me insane
Been stuck at home so long I’ve simply gone bananas
I’ve got cabin fever I've lost what sense I had
I’ve got cabin fever, I’m going mad
My sanity is hanging by a thread
Since I’m going nowhere I've gone out of my head
I’ve got cabin fever
No if's, and's, or but's
I’m disoriented
And demented
And a little nuts
I've got cabin fever
I think I've lost my grip
I know I need a little trip
I’m sitting, spinning my wheels,
headed who knows where
And now though I’m all here
I’m not all there
Cabin fever! 1
Been feeling a little shack wacky lately.
- a serious bout of shack wacky wiredness
You can tell that Cabin Fever has struck
when you look in the mirror in the morning and you realize
that you have taken on a resemblance to Jack Nicholson
in “The Shining”.
When it strikes, if you don’t deal with it
you alternate between being in a funk, and weird enthusiasm.
Well, my MorningStar friends,
It seems to me when we can still laugh at ourselves,
we’re not too far gone.
I’m laughing.
(if you don't laugh you'll go crazy)
Do not be alarmed, I’m not in as bad a shape as in the song above,
it is only a fun thing I found.
But I need a break – a change.
So I’m playing hooky the rest of the week,
Today’s (Monday) snippet was the last one for now.
The island (Prince Edward) beckons, and
I’m going there tomorrow for change of scene,
and actual human company.
Just 3 or 4 days away with no work;
no ‘puter, no boring, repetitive TV.
And having a real, live human to talk with - Wowzers!!
While solitude is nice, too much of anything
isn’t always good; it certainly provides
an insight into the lives of widows and widowers.
(Perhaps when I return I’ll check out frequenting
Robbins Donuts or Tim Hortons to relieve boredom) <lol>
Just roaming with backpack and cooler
and someone to “ooh” and “ahh” with;
to walk on sandy beaches
and views to give the cameras a workout.
Companionship and conversation;
Oh! blessed human contact
and conversation.
We truly forget what it’s like
until it’s gone.
Truly, all is well – and shall be even “weller”
The Good Lord willing and the creek don’t rise,
the snippets will resume next Monday.
You know you have Cabin Fever
when you’ve named all of the birds visiting your birdfeeder
after your dead uncles and aunts.
You know you have Cabin Fever
when you don't get out of your robe and slippers
until about 2 p.m. every day
(and only then by ceremoniously announcing loudly to your cat:
"I think I'll get dressed now!").
You know you’re Shack Wacky
when comment to yourself on how beautiful the sunrise is
and then your realize that you aren't sure if it is the sunrise or the sunset.
(Never mind, it isn't really that freakin' nice, after all).
You know you have Cabin Fever
when your first morning ritual
is to look at the outdoor thermometer reading.
You know you’ve gone Shack Wacky
when you craft a snippet
of the ways you know you have Whiner Cabin Fever.
Adios and Au Revoir, my friends.
I’ll be back – then look out,
I’ll be rearin’ to go!
Until we meet again.
may God hold you in His hands
and keep you well.
And keep smiling!
(I am)
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Acknowledgments:
[1] ~My apologies to Muppet Lyrics
Media: Hot Time In The Old Town Tonight
Monday, March 15-10
Acknowledgments:
[1] ~My apologies to Muppet Lyrics
Media: Hot Time In The Old Town Tonight
Monday, March 15-10
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