The Eagles - The Very Best of(2003)

Take It Easy

                        Take It Easy

Well, I’m running down the road
Tryin’ to loosen my load
I’ve got seven women on my mind
Four that wanna own me
Two that wanna stone me
One says she’s a friend of mine

Take it easy
Take it easy
Don’t let the sound of your own wheels
Drive you crazy

Lighten up while you still can
Don’t even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand
And take it easy

Well, I’m a standing on a corner
In Winslow, Arizona
And such a fine sight to see
It’s a girl, my lord
In a flatbed Ford
Slowin’ down to take a look at me

Come on, baby
Don’t say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love
Is gonna save me

We may lose and we may win
Though we will never be here again
So open up, I’m climbin’ in
And take it easy

Well I’m running down the road
Tryin’ to loosen my load
Got a world of trouble on my mind
Lookin’ for a lover
Who won’t blow my cover
She’s so hard to find

Take it easy
Take it easy
Don’t let the sound of your own wheels
Make you crazy

Come on baby
Don’t say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love
Is gonna save me

Oh oh oh
Oh we got it easy
We oughta take it easy


                        Take It Easy

     An ambulance backs into a driveway. And two male EMTs
get out of it. they get a gurney out of the back and head
for the front door as quickly as they can. Mitch Connor is
there to meet them. He leads them up the stairs to the
second floor of that house. As the EMTs go past Stella and
Grace, they nod at them. Stella and Grace are right behind
them as they head for their parent’s bedroom.

     Stella and Grace are peeking around their parent’s door
on opposite sides of it to see what is going on in there.
What they are looking at is their father holding the right
hand of their mother in both of his hands as the EMTs are
checking her out.

     A few minutes later the EMTs take Mitch to the side to
talk to him about his wife, Carol. Stella and Grace stick
their heads in a little further to hear what is going on.
But all they can hear is mumbling. After glancing at each
other, they step into that room. Only to flatten themselves
against the wall of both sides of that door. They still
can’t hear what they are saying.

     “Can you hear anything?” Stella asks.

     “Not unless we get a lot closer to them,” says Grace.
“And neither one of us want to do that.”

     Mitch and the EMTs stop talking and look at Stella and
Grace. Then they start talking again. “It’s because we are
kids,” says Stella. “But we aren’t kids anymore.”

     “You’re thirteen,” says Grace. “And I’m ten. We aren’t
kids anymore. But most adults still think that we are.”

     Just then Mitch walks over to his daughters as the EMTs
start getting Carol ready to leave. “You girls need to get
out of the way,” says Mitch. “They are taking your mother
back to the hospital. It was a mistake bringing her home to
die in peace.”

                             #

     Mitch is pacing around a waiting room while his two
daughters are sitting down with their elbows on their knees
and their hands covering their faces to hide their tears.
All three are trying to hide their fears and worry about
their wife and mother. But they aren’t doing a very good at
it, though.

     A rapping on the frame of the open entrance into that
waiting room stops Mitch from pacing. Both Stella and Grace
remove their hands from their faces. Then they get up and
walk over to stand beside their father. They each take one
of his hands as Dr. Patrick James walks up to them.

     “She’s stable again,” says Patrick. “You can go in to
be with her if you like. We gave her something to help her
to get some sleep. But I’m sure that she will know that you
are there with her.”

     After gathering what little they have with them, Mitch
and his two daughters go to see their mother. A few minutes
later Stella and Grace are standing outside their mother’s
hospital room staring at her through a large window. Mitch
stops just before he enters where Carol is.

     “Aren’t you going to come in to be with your mother?
Mitch asks.

     “We can see her real good from where we are at,” says
Grace. “You know how we feel about hospitals and why we need
to be here.”

     Stella takes her cell phone out of her back pocket and
calls her dad. “Just in case we can’t hear why you and mom
are talking about. Especially, if it’s about me and Grace.”

     Mitch sighs with his head bobbing as he enters where
Carol is. He sits in the chair next to her bed and takes her
right hand into both of his again. “Stella and Grace are
here too. The hospital doesn’t want too many people in here
at one time to see you. So, I came in here first. I’m sure
that they will be in here soon.”

     Suddenly, Mitch turns off his cell phone and sets it to
vibrate. Which it starts doing a few seconds later. Mitch
puts his still vibrating phone into his pocket. Then he
leans in to whisper something to Carol so that his daughters
can’t hear him.

     “I don’t know what I’m going to do,” whispers Mitch.
“The bills are piling up. And I can’t afford to pay them.
Especially, if I don’t have a job anymore.”

     “Take it easy, dad. We are here for you and mom,” says
Grace as she puts her hand on one of his shoulders.

     Stella puts her hand on his other shoulder and gently
leans him back in his chair. “We know all about the bills.
And we want to help you any way that we can.”

     “We have talked about it,” continues Grace. “Stella can
take a fast-food restaurant job and do some babysitting. And
I can walk dogs, do odd jobs around the neighborhood, maybe
even some babysitting too.”

                             #

     “I don’t want to do this,” says Grace as she rolls
paper towels around a wine glass and places it gently into a
cardboard box. “But I will do it for my mother.”

     “I’m only doing it for my mother too. I just got my
first boyfriend,” says Stella. She takes a designer plate
from a cabinet and places paper towels around it. “And I
don’t want to leave him.”

     Mitch smiles. “That’s another reason why we have to do
this. You are too young to have a boyfriend.”

     “No, I’m not. I’m thirteen,” replies Stella. She hands
her wrapped-up plate to her dad. “Not ten like Grace is.”

     “I can have a boyfriend if I want one,” says Grace. She
places another wrapped wine glass in the same cardboard box
as the last one. “But I don’t want one right now.”

     After taking the cover plate from Stella, he inspects
it before he puts it in another cardboard box. Then Mitch
four-corner closes that box. And puts masking tape across it
in the shape of a plus sign. Mitch picks up the box gently
and puts it next to six more boxes marked dining room.

     “I’m not crazy about moving either,” says Mitch. “But
we don’t have too much choice. We are about to lose this
house. And we have a lot of other bills that we can’t pay
right now since I lost my job.”

     “We can’t afford to live here in the big city anymore,”
continues Mitch. “Besides, it will be a lot better for you
mother if we move back to our hometown. Not only is the
hospital there one of the best in the country, but we have
quite a few family and friends to help us.”

     Stella has gone over to help Grace fill her box with
plates and wine glasses. “Bruce isn’t the only reason I
don’t want to leave here. I also don’t want to leave any of
my friends.”

     “I don’t want to leave my friends either,” says Grace.
She places another wrapped wine glass on top of another one
to finish making a row at the top of that box.

     “I’m sure you will make a lot of new friends where we
are moving to,” replies Mitch. “Besides, with the technology
today you won’t lose your old friends. You just won’t be
physically with them.”

     Stella places the last protected plate from the cabinet
there almost at the top of that box. “It’s not the same
thing, dad. And you know it.”

     Mitch goes over to seal that box before he places it
with the other boxes there. “I know it’s not. But there is
nothing that I can do about it right now.”

     “It looks like this room is done,” continues Mitch.
“I’m heading for the hospital. I want to be with her when
they transfer her to our new home.”

     “You two stay here. Your uncles, cousins, and a few of
our friends will be here shortly to help us move back to
Blue Rivers, MO.

                             #

     “This your bedroom Stella,” says Mitch. “And Grace your
bedroom is on the other side of the bathroom that you both
will share. Your mother and I are right across from your
bathroom. So, both of you will have plenty of privacy.”

     Except for Stella’s bedroom that they are in, Mitch
points out the other rooms as he talks about them. “You both
have windows that overlook the hospital next to us. So, that
you can see your mother whenever you like. At least you can
with binoculars or a telescope. And you both have one or the
other of them.”

     “I know how you feel about hospitals,” continues Mitch.
“This way you can see your mother whenever you want.”

     “Speaking of your mother, I’m going over to see her
right now. Do you want to go with me?” Mitch asks. “It’s
going to be a few more hours until our stuff gets here.”

     Stella and Grace look at each other and smile. Then
they walk over to the window where they can see the hospital
next to them. “Which room is my mom in?” Stella asks.

     Mitch walks up behind his daughters. And points between
their heads at the window where their mother is at. “She is
in that room there. At least she should be by now. Are you
sure you don’t want to go visit her?”

     “I don’t know about Grace, but I’m not going. Maybe I
will soon. But I’m not ready to do it right now.”

     “I’m not going either,” says Grace as she heads for her
bedroom. “I think I will go to my bedroom and decide where
I’m going to put everything.”

     Stella starts slowly looking around her bedroom. “That
is a good idea. I think I’m going to do that too.”

     Mitch shrugs and starts to leave Stella’s bedroom too.
“If you change your mind, you know where I will be.”

     “Take it easy, dad.” Stella walks to where her bed is
going to be real soon. And lays down on the carpet there.


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