See if you don’t agree, but the most mundane activities I do around here sound like the titles of Tom Waits songs:
“I Took Down Our Hammock in a Rainstorm Today”
“Scraping Oatmeal from the Bottom of the Pan”
“Saved Old Valentines for Next Year”
“Set Aside that Fish Harmonica”
“Stalled at the End of the Driveway”
“My Keys Dropped Through a Hole in My Pocket”
“Waited for a Train That Never Came”
“There’s a Stone in My Shoe and a Bird in My Chimney”
“Playing with Marbles I Found in the Graveyard”
How about you?
