Cabin Fever
It’s another sticky day, as can be seen by the effect that high humidity has on my windows and on my mood. Normally, I do things to a higher standard than what you see here. However, this morning I just aimed my camera and did a couple clicks without caring how straight my images would line up. When winter comes, I’m hoping these pictures will remind me of how the warmer seasons can create cabin fever even more so than the colder months. At least in the winter it isn’t usually too hot to sleep. A wood stove can make the house too hot, but at least it’s not humid and you can open the windows for quick relief.
Never before has there been as many days of constant high humidity as this year is bringing. When you’re going through the season of life having to endure hot flashes (and men are the ones excused for bad behavior during a mid-life crisis?!?!),¹ sticky weather can make one cling to the air conditioner and keep going outdoors to a minimum. But, too much of anything is… well, too much!
Last night, I was entertained by a film production on television of Broadway’s fun-jammed all-black music show Cabin in the Sky. It got me thinking about how often people, once upon a time, used to sing happy songs. I woke up wanting to listen to hymns (I can’t sing, but I can dance). What happened instead — thanks to messing around with loading pictures onto my computer and digging through my file folders — I stumbled across George Bowser and Ricky Blue‘s rendition of Working Where The Sun Don’t Shine: The Colorectal Surgeon’s Song.
We praise the colorectal surgeon
Misunderstood and much maligned
Slaving away in the heart of darkness
Working where the sun don’t shine
Respect the colorectal surgeon
It’s a calling few would crave
Lift up your hands and join us
Let’s all do the finger wave
When it comes to spreading joy
There are many techniques
Some spread joy to the world
And others just spread cheeks
Some may think the cardiologist
Is their best friend
But the colorectal surgeon knows…
He’ll get you in the end!
Why be a colorectal surgeon?
It’s one of those mysterious things.
Is it because in that profession
There are always openings?
When I first met a colorectal surgeon
He did not quite understand;
I said, “Hey, it’s nice to meet you
But do you mind? If we don’t shake hands.”
He sailed right through medical school
Because he was a whiz
But he never thought of psychology
When he read passages.
A doctor he wanted to be
For golf he loved to play,
But this is not quite what he meant…
By eighteen holes a day!
Respect the colorectal surgeon
Here and now we’ll raise a glass
For the rectal surgeon like the rectum
Can’t tell a liquid from a gas
We praise the colorectal surgeon
Misunderstood and much maligned
Slaving away in the heart of darkness
Working where the sun don’t shine!
¹My husband didn’t understand what this meant, so since I had to explain it to him, I’ll repeat myself in case there are other guys who don’t comprehend it either. Women whose moods are affected by menopause are talked about negatively, but men who act like teenagers during a mid-life crisis are not. I don’t get it. What’s the big deal about being cranky (especially when you’re also tired) compared to such things as leaving your family for a younger woman and/or buying a new corvette convertible?
