My siblings were never what you would call cool, though the Medusa was cheerleader type popular... she was oh so trendy. My brother, was a satellite being... orbiting out there on the edges somewhere in the cluelessness of space.
Yet it was from these two disconnected-from-reality-beings that I was accidentally gifted with my musical taste. This song above was from one of my first albums, given to me by my brother who bought the album because a friend told him it was good. He listened to it and went "meh" and passed it on to me.
To this day I am dumbfounded that anyone can listen to Crossroads and go "meh". But I am awfully glad that he did because Cream opened up my brain. The Medusa topped it off by giving me a Led Zeppelin album she bought for Immigrant Song then decided the rest on it was junk. I loved both albums and played them relentlessly... much to my siblings' horror... as high as the volume would go.
Wow what a day in Ananda-ville! Mondays are never very happy days for me. Count on it. They involve the meeting deal in the town to the left, which makes my day ultra long.
They are the worst work days. Today was no exception. The teacher who works in the room where I do reading groups was absent and the children went wild with sub-syndrome. Yes, you remember that. The sub comes and everyone switches names and does things that they would never dream of doing to a teacher who knew which kid to blame. I teach in this room three times a day... today a 3 ring circus.
My Book Fair boxes showed up. They are stacked like pancakes in the conference room attached to my library. I kept locking the door to keep kids out and teachers kept opening the door and leaving it unlocked. Same with my library. So I was pissy all day long.
I dropped StbX off at his meeting and had nothing to do. I felt very antsy since I had not walked at all yet. It wasn't looking like I was going to get a chance. Then the mental light bulb flashed and I decided to go ahead and walk there... right there where I was. What an idea... you can walk in other places than the school gym! So I did. I walked a soccer field until it began to annoy my ankles from the unevenness of the sod... and I switched to the sidewalk. It was uphill or downhill depending on the direction I was going. It worked out perfectly... passing my time quickly because my head was lost in my MP3 player.
Max decided to stay up there, so I didn't have to fetch him. I got Squeaky from the Bear's house and we zipped home. I chopped an onion in record time, tossed it in a pot with a bay leaf and some garlic, seasoning bacon, kielbasa, green chilies and canned red kidney beans... and finally got back to my room... leaving it to boil on the stove under StbX's care.
There... you are all fed when it gets done, leave me be! I get almost frantic to escape everyone on Mondays. I'm up at 5:00 AM and I'm not alone again until 8:00PM.
I thought I'd sent an email to Nu-B telling him that I would not be home until 7:30... so I was agitated about being late. But his email began with a question about wasn't I sending any notes today... so no, I had not sent it... it was in the "draft" folder. Very clever! Then I read the bottom line that he was going to bed at 8:00. I'd missed him. Of course I had.
Yeah... I had missed him. Jeepers what a Monday! So I sent the email on with an explanation note tagged on the end figuring that he was not going to read it tonight anyway... a real fuck-a-roo ending to my Monday. Only after sending it did I come back to read the message in the center between wasn't-I-writing and he-was-going-to-bed.
Not everything on Monday is bad after all. I've got a date on Friday. That made me feel better. Of course that gives me what... three days to obsess and fret over it.
So just for the fun of it... because I love this song... and I'm feeling a bit crazy... Def Leppard.
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