Boy Howdy

So it has been a year since I posted anything. Wow. This has been pretty much a year of workworkworkworkwork. I:

*Coached high school basketball

*Graduated with a Masters

*Got published

*Worked an impossible schedule and taught without a classroom

*Co-taught with an impossible person who I intend to never willingly see again in my lifetime

*Had a gazillion meetings

*MOVED all my stuff into a new school and into my own classroom YAY!!

Yesterday was the last day of school, marking the completion of my second year teaching in public education. Two years down, 28 to go. Sweet Jesus teaching is intense. Teachers need summers off just so they can recover.

On another note, I Broke My Saw by Love Tractor is the best song ever. Written by the late great Athenian John Seawright. It would be so cruel to have to live without a deadly tool.

P.S. the lyrics in the liner notes are wrong!

Tell the wood dealer to come to my house

I broke my saw and I can't come out

I lost it all

When I broke that deadly saw
And nobody around here even knows what I'm talking about.

You're going to need a saw

To get something to live without

Yeah I'm going to need a box

After you burn it out

Well I lost it all when I broke that deadly saw

And it don't mean a thing just to have it on my mind.

When you sing in feedback

To your place

Only to find out

A sideshow in a nightclub after any old midnight

Since full of hate I simply can't stand to be any other way

But way-out

Cast out from the in-crowd oh

You get so lonely

You're going to need a saw

To get something to burn

Unless you use your bachelor house

Or your pickle churn

Well I lost it all when I broke that deadly saw

And I don't like the way you tell me to stand back and wait my turn

Well I lost it all when I broke that deadly saw

But it don't mean a thing just to have it on my mind

When you say now I'll be back late to your place

Only to find out
A sideshow in a nightclub after any old midnight

Since full of hate I simply can't stand to be any other way
But way-out

Cast out from the downtown oh
You get so lonely

You get lonely motel six

Oh you must be invisible, man.

It would be so cruel

To have to live without a deadly tool

Or at least that is what I hear.