Three Things That Made Me Feel Better

[browngirl]

So Tigerlily called me earlier, which was very nifty, but then a farrago of aggravations assaulted me until I found myself mentally composing an entry titled "Friday Fucking Five" which would have been a list of five of the many things annoying me right now. However, this is not that entry; I am significantly less annoyed now, after magid kindly came by to give me her etrog and hug me and generally be her awesome self.

I was showing said etrog to one of my favorite new coworkers (who is Jewish, and was reminiscing) when one of my favorite parents (mother of one of my favorite students, no less -- there are students I like whose parents I don't, and vice versa) came by. The teacher recognized their resemblence and told the mother how great her daughter is, and the mother told the teacher that her daughter says the teacher is her favorite, and it was *so* much fun to sit there and see two people I really like telling each other how nifty they and a third I really like all are.

Also, I have been listening to the following song a lot, as it makes me feel a bit better, in a sardonically resigned way, about politics.

Fortunate Son by Creedence Clearwater Revival
http://www.creedence-online.net/lyrics/fortunate_son.php

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief",
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no,

Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no.

Comments

[dakiwiboid.livejournal.com]

Pomegranates are coming in, which makes me a happy bird.

Hey, you said "farrago"! This tickles me, as I said it earlier today. It's a cool word, which I seldom have an excuse to trot out.
$3.50 words are so much fun. (I think it was marked down at WordsRUS.)

[micheinnz.livejournal.com]

Pomegranates! I hope we get some imported. I have come to love them with a passion that borders on the unreasonable.

[spaceshotscot.livejournal.com]

A musician I know just released a new album with a cover of this song with a completely different arrangement. An amazing new take on the song in light of the current US situation.

[awfief.livejournal.com]

glad you're feeling better.

I came home to a big package from you and I said "ooh! fruitcake!"

it wasn't. :( but it was still awesome! Should i mail you a check?

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

Oh, goodness, the fruitcake isn't coming for weeks yet. I just laid some down to age this weekend. :)

A check would be great! There should have been an envelope with my address in with the pan.