Crazy

Crazy
(Willie Nelson)

Crazy,
I'm crazy for feeling
so lonely
I'm crazy,
crazy for feeling so blue
I knew
you'd love me as long as you wanted
And then someday
you'd leave me for somebody new

Worry,
why do I let myself worry?
Wond'ring what in the world did I do?
Crazy
for thinking that my love could hold you

I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying
And I'm crazy for loving you

Crazy
for thinking that my love could hold you

I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying
And I'm crazy for loving you.

(editing/phrasing mine)

I know the song was written/first performed by Willie Nelson, but, as proven tonight at the Birchmere (Alexandria, VA), it's just SO much better sung by Cassandra Wilson. Check this song out here.

Finishing School

Okay - let's talk about the English language and how much we can change words around to fit our own interpretation. Lawyers (and, ahem, presidents!) do it all the time, so why can't we here? Not that I want to be considered on the same moral ground as some of our more recent presidents (at least at times, Bill), but I'm all for some wordplay. How can we interpret this title?

Finishing School: For me, right now, said this way, it means I am almost finished with my first year of teaching first grade. I am soooooooooooo tired, I can't even tell you. I don't think there are words for this kind of tired. Can't be - I hope no one else has ever felt this before, or ever will again. It's like a small mack truck or freight train runs over me each and every day. As if the 25 6-year olds weren't enough, there's report cards to write, inventory to take, and - oh yeah - my room to pack up for the renovation crew to come in this Friday. The kids leave this Thursday. You do the math - it indeed means there's only one extra day for me to pack my $%^&. Bummer.

"Finishing School" - this way it is meant to be a lesson to myself and all other proctastinating knitters that I do, indeed, get things finished, even when it's two different swaps that end at the same time, and that end at the end of my first year teaching first grade. Whew - I'm exhausted just thinking about it. Let's go in for some photo relief while we rest, shall we:



This is my Hogwarts Sock Swap package, all set and ready for the Owl Post!!! I really loved these socks, and can't wait to make my own out of similar yarn. It's Regia Bamboo Color, and it's so soft and springy! I got a similar colorway at the same time as this, trying to decide which was the best for the Ravensclaw House colors. I decided on the above, and I really like the arrangement. Hope my pal does as well!



This is the final package(s) for my Secret Pal. We are on round 10 now, and I think this may be it for me for a while. I have been spoiled rotten by my own pals - very fortunate, indeed, but I have not been a very good spoilER, so I'm gonna hang up my hat after this round. Those of you who have been reading/watching/keeping track will notice that a lot of the stuff in this package were SUPPOSED to have been sent about a month ago. I never got around to it. I had the second package boxed up and ready to go, then needed a reminder about my pal's address. After I got that, I hemmed and hawed, because, well, the box wasn't just right, and I didn't want my pal's drop spindle to get munched in the US Postal Service. Not trash talkin', just keepin' it real.

So, the exchange ends this Friday, and hopefully my pal will have all her goodies in hand by then. I plan to take these packages off to the PO tomorrow after work.

That's the plan.

So basically, that's my "news" right now - I'm finishing stuff (baby hats galore are also falling off the needles, but I'll post more about them later, when I can get the pictures together as well. My friend Jamey is having her second girl in September. I knit a blanket for baby girl #1, and just DO NOT feel like another blanket right now. So, baby #2 will get hats, hats, and more hats, all handknit by Auntie Heather with love. Yay.

Finishing. School. Finishing School. That's me in a nutshell.

I'm off to write report card comments. YUCK.

:O)

So sorry for ----\/ below. Didn't mean to bring any negative energy to this space, but it's how I was feeling. Last night I considered removing it, but, hey - it's what I had to say, and this space is where I say those things, so, it stays. Thanks, Del, for the hugs!!



Life has been rolling right along, however. I keep meaning to post about this:

A couple weeks ago, I went to see the incredible Joshua Redman at Blues Alley. He is soooooooo awesome! I even got all groupie and chased him up the stairs and into the coat check room after the show to get his autograph! So, my version of the above CD cover has his signature scrawled all over it. It's going in a shadowbox. I swear. I love this man's music!

Wanna know about the night? Well, it started out pretty well. I went with my good friend Dave on Mother's Day. We got severly lost getting there, then got 100% drenched in a torrential downpour going from the parking garage to The Alley, but luckily, it stopped raining just before they let us in for the show. Also just before the show, as we stood there, soaking wet, huddled under the same umbrella, who should walk by? The Man himself. I saw someone come out of the door, looked over, thought - hey, he looks familiar. As he passed right by us, I realized that it was JOSHUA REDMAN! We wondered where he was going! As we were being seated, we kept wondering - where the heck did he go? What if he gets rained on? Not that it would matter - he's got positively no hair, and wears it well!

Just before the show started, in he walks. He went right through the crowd like we're just folks sitting in his living room, and dashed up the stairs where the stars/acts wait, with a bag of CHICKEN AND FRIES!!!!! He must have needed a fix from somewhere local, cause he definitely had to know where he was going to get out there, get the goods, and get back in that short amount of time!

Had I been a much more together groupie, and slightly less impaired with vino, I'd have asked him "Hey, which chicken joint did you run off to before the show?" Ah well, I did shake his hand (very smooth skin, nice long fingers) and he stood RIGHT next to me - his arm brushed mine, and I felt very young and giggly afterward! He's the coolest! He made small talk with me for a second or two, then quietly went back in his little room. So cool.

Other than that, I've been jobbin' it big time - have to pack up my classroom and deal with the rest of the teacher turn-in/teaching stuff that goes on at the end of the school year. I really can't wait until June 15th. Actually, the evening of June 14th will do just fine, considering I go see my OTHER jazz favorite, Cassandra Wilson that night. Wonder how I can fanangle a run-in with her!!!

You

I think about you so often. I wonder if I see you everywhere I go.

I've been "out there" again - trying to fix what I can't. But still, I try.

Then, today - cleaning out my "favorite places" on my school laptop, I came across your Flickr photos and saw you'd taken ours down. And I cried - yet again.

How can that be? You'd always said "they're still my memories," so how can it be that you don't want those around anymore? How come, when, by saying I needed to go, all I was doing was taking care of ME, so that I can better take care of my son - you know - the one you want nothing to do with, the one you just can't seem to look past, and let get in the way of an "us?" How can you not want the memory of me around anymore?

Because believe me, it may have been me that walked away, but only after you did so in action, and body, and spirit time after time, after time. There's only so much a woman can take, and I just couldn't take the thought of you WANTING to leave any longer. No more than I can stand that you are no longer there.

I will love you forever. And I will always compare "whoever" to you, but I hope this time to find a "you" who can be the man I need him to be.

:O(