I’ve been sitting here for about fifteen minutes, munching on cashews and peanuts, staring at this blank box, wondering what to write. I’m not sure I have anything to say today. When my students say that same thing in response to a write assignment, I suggest that they freewrite or brainstorm (clusters are my favorite). Maybe I should do the same.
Maybe the problem isn’t that I have nothing to say, but rather I don’t know what to say. My little brain has been very active all week, thoughts mixing and twisting with the tide as I teach, eat, watch tv, grade, etc. There’s a lot going on. I just don’t know what to say about it.
Our trip to Ithaca last weekend to see Ani was a good time. She just blows me away every time I see her. We had second row seats — I don’t know how I got so lucky. I’m not so sure I belong at concerts anymore, though. I get so easily annoyed by the people dancing and singing around me. I didn’t pay to hear the drunk girl in the “Ani for President” shirt sing painfully off-key in my ear. It just pissed me off. I guess I’m just getting old.
Anais Mitchell opened for Ani. It was my first time seeing/hearing her, and I just fell in love with her voice. When she stepped onstage, I realized that she was the girl I almost ran over while trying to make an illegal right turn on red in front of the theater before the show.
Since one of her songs has been in my head all week, I’ll leave you with this…