Lately I have been consumed with so many things and there have been lows in my thoughts. But then there is Bryan who I fret about and sensing my poignant mood, Dojo comes and parks himself against my body, snuggling up to me, as if to reaasure me that his presence and love is guaranteed.
When I look out into the distance I am buoyed by the feeling that there aren't too many things that I require to make me happy. I chanced upon this song when I was in one of my contemplative moods and it was playing on TV. I realised that it epitomises my requirements in life and wondered why I'd not heard of it before.
I don't believe in frettin' and grievin';
Why mess around with strife?
I never was cut out to step and strut out.
Give me the simple life.
Some find it pleasant dining on pheasant.
Those things roll off my knife;
Just serve me tomatoes; and mashed potatoes;
Give me the simple life.
A cottage small is all I'm after,
Not one that's spacious and wide.
A house that rings with joy and laughter
And the ones you love inside.
Some like the high road, I like the low road,
Free from the care and strife.
Sounds corny and seedy, but yes, indeed-y;
Give me the simple life.
