A Jitter-Bug on Steroids

I'm sitting in the living room of a lovely Indiana home, jittering like a jitter-bug on steroids. This person doesn't do well with energy drinks... and five months of not drinking one and then jumping in on 2 cups of coffee and a whole one is worthy of a ten year old who is visiting grandma... But she did it anyways. And now she is seriously regretting it. She starts talking a mile a minute... Interrupts herself by saying "I'm going to shut up now"... and then proceeds to add a few more embarrassing comments.
It reminds her of the time she was at the dentist and they gave her "laughing gas", with out asking her first... and she got so "out-of-it" on it that she got the floating sensation that people who do drugs talk about... And then she got MAD, very mad... and even more mad when the dentist and the nurse walked out of the room and forgot about her for 10 minutes. After they were done working on her mouth. And they forgot to shut off the laughing gas. She has forgiven them. Yes. She has. Yes...
Only she knows that she has no one but herself to blame for the caffeine and sugar.
 She also has her music turned on so loudly that she can't hear the people talking ten feet away from her. And she's enjoying it, allot. She's her father's daughter and after day two of people people people she is ready to crawl in a hole and pull rock over the opening. (Thus the loud music and attempt at zoning out.)
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 I'm going into missing Thailand and desperately working on keeping my head out of the water mode. I firmly decided not to get depressed and mopey. It's taking all of my determination to stick to this after a whole month of not doing anything, with this awful flu.
 Tomorrow morning we are heading out early for Wisconsin. I'm looking forward to traveling, I love traveling. (Unless it involves riding in the very middle of a plane for 12 hours). Road trips are awesome though.
 Monday morning I'm going to start school, or at least pretend to. I want to go get my 54 wall cards put up and get 4/5 Weaver children started on piano lessons. And then I'm headed into town to clean a house (The one that has dog hair in the shower and small sized tooth brushes at the sink... and there are no children in that house.) And then I'm going to race home as fast as I can and teach another piano lesson. This time to my gorgeous second cousin, who is a Hershey and has music in her heart... She is a complete joy to teach.
 And then I'm going to study for Tuesday.... and then... and so goes my life for the next week. Rushing to and fro like a wild woman.
But that's okay, because I'm gonna stay busy that way. And thus forget that Thailand is warm, and has fresh fruit, and rice... And people that I miss. It also has a glorious lack of Rockstar Energy Drinks.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

I read Pippi Goes On Board today. And discovered that if ever there was an author who had a weird mind it was Astrid Lindgren. Wow.  "My name is Pippilotta Delicatessa Windowshade Mackrelmint Efraim's Doughter Longstocking, daughter of Captain Efraim Longstocking, formerly the Terror of the Sea, now a cannibal king. But everybody calls me Pippi."

 I find that disturbing. At least Charles Lutwidge Dodgson could come up with a nice sensible name like Alice, for his main character.  
 I actually think part of the problem is that my brain is having a hard time keeping up with normal everyday happenings right now, let alone odd things like un-birthday parties, and cannibals.
 I'm beginning to think that when I grow old and hobble around with a pink hat on my head and carry a parrot on my shoulder, that I shall still have a packet of tissue's stuffed in my large yellow purse and be blowing my nose and eating cough drops every other minute. (I do SO love run-on sentences!!!). 
 I was supposed to start school a week ago yesterday, and guess what, I still haven't. I shall probably still be feeling guilty about not being able teach when I'm old too. DJ and Gin will probably have forgiven me by then though. So I shall survive.
 There is NBCC tonight. I just remembered. I'm going to miss it. Shucks.  
I am going away now. This post is beginning to look disturbingly much like something Lindgren or Dodgson would have written, oh dear. Ta ta! -Frank

 

Random Doodles

Spending my day sitting at my desk with my ear's full of music and holding a pencil...
 I'm actually supposed to be making wall cards for school, after the 40-something-eth one my mind is kinda wandering around in circles and I keep catching myself staring out of the window at the blue sky and leafless trees.
 I have a list in my notebook (which now has 7 more pages with random doodles) for today. Calls that needed to be made, school stuff, looking through my Psychology book to figure out how/if I want to work through it this winter. I've started on the list but I'm not getting anywhere very fast with it.
 Went to NBCC this week, first time since being home. It went really really great and it was WONDERFUL seeing the kids again. I missed them.
 Next Monday I start into teaching again, and piano lessons. Part of me is looking forward to getting back into "humdrum" and part of me is feeling just a tiny bit frantic. I'm hoping and praying I can find something constructive to put the frantic into. (The Psychology book is part of that plan). And skating, I want to skate lots and lots this year, we shall see if that happens. It's cold cold cold in this country and I'm having a hard time working up the braveness required to go out into the frigidness. The other thing I've been kicking around in the back of my brain is a plan to start some sort of etsy/ebay shop. I'm still deciding if I have enough smarts for that though. Mom's been talking about doing the same thing, maybe we can work at it together or something.
  It's starting to get dark out and I need to get on with life. -Francis