They Did It Again

Play music they said. It will help you concentrate they promised. It’s great for recall they raved. Folks, they lied. They lied about it helping me concentrate on the material I was writing, unless I was supposed to be writing about the music, which I wasn’t. It did not help me recall facts or dates either, just songs I had heard.

Whoever this they are, this all-knowing authority clearly does not know everything. Or they have decided to advise me down the wrong path. On purpose. Except I do not get to provide my students with the lyrics to the song I was listening to rather than the facts or dates. I promise the final exam will not reflect my musical tastes, nor will there be any questions about specific lyrics. I don’t teach Lit, otherwise I might have been able to make that work.

So if you need to know the words to Blame It On Me, I might be able to help you, but if you need specific dates about when certain documents were discovered, you better look elsewhere. At least for now, until the little trick that they suggested I use empties out of my head. It shouldn’t take too long, just until the song becomes annoying or what have you.


Racing Ways

Sometimes you just don’t know what you got.  And sometimes what you got isn’t what you wanted.  For example I had no idea that the road running behind my house was a racetrack.  And for the record, I didn’t plan on living near a racetrack.  Further to that I do not want to live near a racetrack.

Oh sure now and then I go a little fast, burn a little rubber.  But not every day and not on residential roads.  That’s just not good.

However there are some new people in the neighbourhood who have decided that speed limits aren’t even gentle guidelines.  Nope, for these people speed limits just do not factor into anything at all.  Given that this is a residential area with young children, dogs and their humans and elderly people who all like walk.  On the sidewalks.  Which apparently are really just extensions of the road.  And children, dogs and heir owners, elderly people, and anything else on the sidewalk?  Fair game it appears.

But where we live, well let’s just say people are resourceful.  So if the speed is too fast, there are ways of slowing down.  I’m not sure how, but according to my neighbor a few of he more resourceful people have placed things to slow down the drivers.

I personally haven’t been out to check on things simple because after a long treatment day I have no energy to do anything.  But there has been two accidents involving fast cars colliding into each other.  And from what my neighbour says, these accidents have brought the police attention to root cause of the accidents.  In other words the police are now monitoring the racetrack.  And for some reason when the police are here no one wants to race!  Now if only the police presence would make lupus slow down…

Chained Up

I’ve never actually worked on a chain-gang. Mostly because I’ve never been incarcerated. But I’ve seen them, in movies and a few times on the sides the roads, doing clean up. It always looks more fun in the movies to be honest, but even then, it doesn’t look like all that much fun.

Maybe it doesn’t look like fun because I’m not really an outdoor kind of person. And then there is that thing called manual labor. Yeah I’m not really into that either to be honest.

And while I know chains can be seen as an accessory, a means to complete an outfit or make a statement, I don’t think it’s the same kind of chains as what they have on these chain-gang details. I’m just going out on a limb with that one, but I feel pretty well supported on this limb! 😉

Then there is this whole authority thing. I really don’t like being told what to do or when to do it. I understand that happens on chain-gangs too.

I’d sooner be on the kind of chain-gang that involves stores, jewelry stores. I’d be happy to wear those chains, but I’d still have authority issues. My understanding is that wearing this type of chain is not conducive to manual labor. These seem to be my kind of chains. But I don’t want them with strings attached!

The fact is, I don’t want to be chained up, not because of choices I made, nor because I’m beholden to someone for something nice and sparkly. I’d sooner go without the adornments in exchange for my freedom, in exchange for not having chains that bind and tie me. Nope, I need to roam, free to come and go, do as I please and not be on a chain-gang.