Busy Doin' Nothin'

I had to fix a lot of things this morning 'cause they were so scrambled, but now it's okay. I tell you, I've got enough to do; the afternoon was filled up with phone calls.

What a hot sticky day! The air is cooling down.

Take all the time you need; it's a lovely night. If you decide to come you're gonna do it right:

Drive for a couple miles.
You'll see a sign and turn left for a couple blocks.
Next is mine. You'll turn left on a little road (it's a bumpy one).
You'll see a white fence. Move the gate and drive through on the left side.

Come right in and you'll find me in my house somewhere, keeping busy while I wait.

I get a lot of thoughts in the morning. I write 'em all down; if it wasn't for that, I'd forget 'em in a while.

And lately I've been thinking 'bout a good friend I'd like to see more of. "I think I'll make a call!" I wrote a number down, but I lost it, so I searched through my pocket book. I couldn't find it, so I sat and concentrated on the number and slowly it came to me. So I dialed it and I let it ring a few times. There was no answer, so I let it ring a little more. Still no answer, so I hung up the telephone, got some paper and sharpened up a pencil and wrote a letter to my friend.

Now you!