memories & gratitudes

when things are calm, memories can come surging back, ones that don't make sense. flash!

someone should write a song about it. maybe me. tho the memory that came up recently's too creepy: i don't want to entertain it in verse & melody at this point.

we just were at a meeting & james is parsing the disjointed ramblings of the schizophrenic person who was there, sort of like we used to do with lit analysis when i was an undergrad. difference here, there's no pomposity with james. in school, there was always some ass or another blowing word-flatus & wasting everybody's time with their unnecessary blathering.

this morning we had a beautiful principal's day ceremony for my boss, who sure deserves it. i played the piano keyboard as first the tk thru 1st grades, next, 2nd through 4th grades sang to him. the whole student body gave him cards they had made. laughing, giggling children swarmed him with hugs.

my boss was struck by heavy emotion, overwhelmed with love, leading afterward to a classroom discussion of "being moved to tears." i was grateful to be in charge of this celebration, & a few weeks back, our test prep rally, too. our boss has complimented me as "our school's cheerleader," which is so bizarre considering my socially phobic origins. however, i've not been that way for many moons. i have a duty to step forward when these occasions come up. other people might get shy, but i cannot. i've got the skill set for performance, music, art stuff, so i can't have false modesty when a task needs doing, & i've got the ability to do it.

just got to lead the drunk club mtg & james keeps saying, "i'm proud of you, honey." i am grateful because, like my boss's compliment, he means it. i'm so proud of him right now, it's tough to express. he's my kookoo, my hero, my peach, my precious. i hope you have one, too, but if you don't, be your own.