The Race

Posted on September 19, 2012 by

I haven’t yet found a place for it in one of my songs, but someday I’m going to use these lines–which as far as I know I made up–in a lyric:

“I’ve been awake for so long that it’s going to be a race
To have my head hit my pillow before my face hits the floor.”

Russ

About russtowne

My wife and I have been married since 1979. We have 3 adult children and 4 young grandsons. I manage a wealth management firm I founded in 2003. My Beloved is a Special Education teacher for Kindergartners and First Graders. I'm a published author of 23 books in a variety of genres for grownups and children. In addition to my family, friends, investing, and writing, my passions include reading, watching classic movies, experiencing waves crashing on rocky shores, hiking in ancient redwood forests, and enjoying our small redwood grove and fern garden.
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6 Responses to The Race

  1. billgncs says:
    September 20, 2012 at 12:47 am

    Just don’t wake up in the bushes when the sprinkler starts to spray!

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    • russtowne says:
      September 20, 2012 at 3:40 pm

      LOL! Thank you for the good advice, Bill. It sounds as though you are speaking from experience on this matter… ;-D!

      Russ

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      • billgncs says:
        September 20, 2012 at 5:57 pm

        I will only admit I was once young. ( smile )

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        • russtowne says:
          September 20, 2012 at 6:10 pm

          And that admission speaks volumes, my friend! ;-D!

          When I was 16 I worked at a restaurant. After a large wedding reception, a man gave a nearly full case of Champagne to the restraurant staff as a tip. We were all 16-18. Amazingly, I was able to ride, wobble,and veer my bicycle home afterwards, but as I attempted to turn my bicycle into our approximately 20-foot wide driveway, I missed, hitting the curb next to it instead. I flew like Superman and crashed head-first skidding along our dew-soaked front lawn.

          And people ask me why I don’t want to go back and visit my high school days. Once was more than enough for me…

          Russ

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