I recently broke my wrist engaging in that traditional Canadian winter pastime, slipping on a sidewalk that didn’t look slippery.
I won’t bore you with details of the ensuing saga related to two hospitals and the casts they’ve put on me and then had to modify because of the pain the last one was causing (hmm, I seem to have in fact just bored you with some details, my apologies), but suffice to say I’ve spent far too much time in the past three weeks sitting around emergency departments and fracture clinics, contemplating just how I’ll be getting through the three upcoming gigs I had, given that due to the way the cast sits on my arm, not to mention the fact I can barely hold a dishcloth in the bad hand, let alone a guitar pick, I CANNOT PLAY GUITAR!
So I began to get an idea for a silly song while sitting in Emerg three days ago deep in contemplation of my situation. By popular demand, here are the lyrics, set to a corny, self-pitying (but not quite maudlin) country-waltz tune, which I laboriously — since I don’t actually play piano — picked out on a cheap Casio keyboard:
IN THE LAND OF ONE HAND © M.L. Hammond 2012
I live by myself in the land of one hand
and unless you have been there you won’t understand
all the things you can’t do when one hand is broke
Like putting on pantyhose – ha! what a joke
in the land of one hand all the beds are unmade
teeth are unflossed and guitars are unplayed
clothes are un-ironed and veggies aren’t peeled
and things packed in plastic are eternally sealed
(seriously, try opening a bag of e.g. pretzels with one hand!)
and I only eat stuff that comes out of a box
because tin cans and jars might as well be Fort Knox
and for holding things down I use elbows and knees
you should see what I do to give toothpaste a squeeze!
But here is the upside: I’ve got an excuse
for letting my vacuum fall into disuse
I’ve never liked housework, so isn’t it grand
that we don’t do much cleaning in the land of one hand
Instead I twiddle my thumb
and I spend hours napping
and that sound that you hear
it’s my one good hand clapping
In the land of one hand, things take twice as long
and get done half as well – for example, this song
so I’ve cancelled today and tomorrow’s unplanned
and for once in my life I’ve got time on my hand!