GP 2009: Aug 27

Today I'm grateful for my vacuum sealer. All the okra and the rest of the hot peppers are sealed and in the freezer. I've now had the opportunity to handle blanched okra...slimy, slimy, slimy. LOL

Her Diamonds, by Rob Thomas

I found this on the fibromyalgia community, and liked it enough to post it here so I can keep it.

The song was written by Rob Thomas for his wife, Marisol, who has lupus. I know that Will struggles daily with feeling helpless when I'm having a bad time, and now someone has put that feeling into words.

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Oh what the hell, she says
I just can't win for losing
And she lays back down
Man there's so many times
I don't know what I'm doin’
Like I don't know now

By the light of the moon
She rubs her eyes
Says it's funny how the night
Can make you blind
I can just imagine
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
But if she feels bad then I do too
So I let her be

And she says oooh
I can't take no more
Her tears like diamonds on the floor
And her diamonds bring me down
‘Cuz I can't help her now
She's down in it
She tried her best and now she can’t win it's
Hard to see them on the ground
Her diamonds falling down

She sits down and stares into the distance
And it takes all night
And I know I could break her concentration
But it don't feel right

By the light of the moon
She rubs her eyes
Sits down on the bed and starts to cry
And there's something less about her
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
So I sit down and I cry too
And don't let her see

She shuts out the night
And tries to close her eyes
If she can find daylight
She'll be all right
She'll be all right
Just not tonight