I don’t know why she swallowed the fly

woman and the fly

Keeps you off the streets

I have been extremely busy this week. My mother always says, “It’s good to be busy. Keeps you off the streets.” I never really knew what that meant when I was a kid. As an adult, I get it now. She was trying to tell me that being busy would keep me out of trouble.

I totally get that as this week, I barely had time to do the laundry. As a matter of fact, it’s still sitting in the dryer and I’ve resorted to starting it at various times with the hopes of finding time to fold our clothes. I promised myself that I would take care of it before I find myself going to the dryer when I need a clean pair of underwear.

For those of you following my progress, my social media workbook is finally getting written. I’m quite pleased with myself about how it’s all coming together. Crossing both fingers and toes that I can stay on target for launching at the end of the month.

Basically, my week has consisted of me writing – writing and editing the workbook, writing a blog post for my business site and writing email newsletter copy. I actually started three different blog posts for this site but none of them made it to the final published version. So instead of struggling to post something up, I decided to re-blog one of my favorite blog posts that I wrote last year.

To my new readers and those who have been with me since I started this journey, please enjoy:

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I know an old lady, who swallowed a fly

I don’t know why she swallowed the fly

Perhaps she’ll die

I know an old lady who wanted to get rich

She struggled and fumbled because she would miss

She couldn’t get rich because she missed

And because she missed to catch the fly – that wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her

I don’t know why she swallowed the fly

Perhaps she’ll die

I know an old lady who found she was stuck

When she opened her eyes, she was living in muck

She lived in muck because she was stuck

She couldn’t get rich because she missed

And because she missed to catch the fly – that wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her

I don’t know why she swallowed the fly

Perhaps she’ll die

I know an old lady who started to write

Her world became bright when she started to write

She started to write to get out of the muck

She lived in muck because she was stuck

She couldn’t get rich because she missed

And because she missed to catch the fly – that wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her

I don’t know why she swallowed the fly

Perhaps she’ll die

I know an old lady who found a door

And when she walked through, she finally got more

She finally got more when she started to write

She started to write to get out of the muck

She lived in muck because she was stuck

She couldn’t get rich because she missed

And because she missed to catch the fly – that wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her

I don’t know why she swallowed the fly

Perhaps she’ll die

I know an old lady who saw her dreams comes true

The path was clear and she knew what to do

She knew what to do when she opened the door

She finally got more when she started to write

She started to write to get out of the muck

She lived in muck because she was stuck

She couldn’t get rich because she missed

And because she missed to catch the fly – that wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her

I don’t know why she swallowed the fly

Perhaps she’ll die

I know an old lady who took her last breath

Having filled her purpose in life

Peacefully she slept

Photo credit: Alice Jolly

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14 thoughts on “I don’t know why she swallowed the fly

  1. Bravo. And I always said the best thing to come out of my midlife crisis was I learned I could write creatively. I had done all sorts of writing before. Legal, researched essay — but to engage my creative mind in writing saved me. Loved this.

    • Thanks! I had been writing most of my life but it was more like journals. It wasn’t until I started to share with blogging that it found my voice and looked at this as writing. I think writing a blog can be very freeing in a way and its great to meet other people like you who you can connect with.

  2. OMG I totally go into the dryer for panties! THE SHAME THE SHAME!!! LOL How is it we feel guilty over silly things like that. I realized that my daughter is 14 and is FULLY capable and HAPPY to get the laundry from the dryer and bring it to her FAT mom who is PASSED OUT on the sofa after a long day. Glass of wine in had start FOLDING watching housewives of where ever!

      • It’s simple you tell him to meet you in the laundry room and you say… This is a WASHING machine! LOL Then tell him what to do as you watch… And keep doing that till folding and show him the proper way to fold! There is NOTHING sadder than a boy in college not knowing how to do his laundry. I always played mom to those boys… And thought WHO RAISED YOU LOL !!! YES they came to ask for help after putting DRYER sheets in the washer and soap in the downy ball… I KNOW!

      • You’re right, I need to start teaching him this stuff so ge can learn to take care of himself. It’s just easier to do it right the first time myself.

      • Don’t I KNOW !!! GIRL I can’t tell you the tempered rage when my husband “helps” me fold the clothes. IT’s a MESS!!! HOT MESS! Do you smile and say OH HONEY THANKS… or Do you say… Honey the thought to help me is so sweet but you have made a huge mess! LOL HE BALLS THE SOCKS UP!!!! BALLS THEM…. I spend so much time unballing DIRTY WET SOCKS!!! He’s so lucky he’s cute…

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