Range on the home

Hubby and I went on an all-day outing with our friend Tonya yesterday. On our return, I saw this shed. The pattern of the roof’s shadow on the side of the building attracted me and I pulled off.

“My wife is attracted to these old buildings,” Hubby explained, “and is always having to stop to take pictures of them.” When we pulled into the drive, we found that the shed’s door was blocked by a range. Strange.

Oh, well. I’ve seen lots of strange objects in abandoned buildings.

I got out to take the pictures I desired. As I circled the building, he yelled out the window, “You could call this picture ‘Range on the Home’!”

Of course, that called for a song:

Oh, give me a range
Where the buffaloes are strange
And the deer are all deranged
Where often is heard
A tune with new words
And your ears are not safe,
No way.

Range, range on the home
Where the deer are all alone
Where often is heard
A tune with new words
And your ears are not safe,
No way.

Hubby said that this was awful doggerel, but he was laughing so hard that he could hardly read it.

Bad Moon Rising

The staying power of classic rock is truly amazing. As I was mowing a few days ago, Finance Director Lori drove in. She was rocking out to some tune. She rolled down the window so I could share what she was enjoying: “Bad Moon Rising”.

I looked up Creedence Clearwater Revival’s discography. Their “Green River” album came out in 1969, the year my brother was born. Lori would have been born around the same time. Even though CCR had been relegated to Golden Oldie status by the time she would have been appreciating music, CCR is still appealing.


I first remember CCR in late-night commercials. At first I thought the last line of the chorus

Don’t go around tonight,
Well, it’s bound to take your life,
There’s a bad moon on the rise.

was “There’s a bathroom on the right.”

Whenever we hear that song, Hubby and I laugh and loudly sing the misheard lyrics.

Power Tools Are a Girl's Best Friend

I disagree with Marilyn Monroe in “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes”. Power tools are a girl’s best friend. What can you do with a diamond? Now I love my wedding ring’s rock, but otherwise,

“Power Tools Are a Girl's Best Friend”!

The French were bred to die for love
They delight in giving jewels
But I prefer a man who lives
And gives expensive tools
A kiss on the hand may be quite continental
But power tools are a girl's best friend
A drill is grand because it helps you fix your rental
Or when the tire's flat, or just to kill a sewer rat
Men grow cold as girls grow old
And we all lose our charms in the end
But table saw or miter saw
These tools don't lose their value
Power tools are a girl's best friend

DeWalt and Cooper Tools
Talk to me, Black & Decker, tell me all about it
There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer
But power tools are a girl's best friend

There may come a time when a hard boiled employer
Thinks you're awful nice
But get that vise or else no dice
He's your guy when stocks are high
But beware when the start to descend
It's then that those louses go back to their spouses
Power tools are a girl's best friend
I've heard of affairs that are strictly platonic
But power tools are a girl's best friend
And I think affairs that you must keep liaisonic
Are better bets if little pets get a nice saw set
Time rolls on and youth is gone
And you can't straighten up when you bend
But stiff back or stiff knees
You stand straight at Mr. Stanley's

Power tools
Power tools
I don't mean cheap ones
Yes, Power Tools
Are A Girl's Best Friend