I came home from only two presentations, quite exhausted today. Mind you, one of the presentations was really two melded together, and I had traipsed up and down three flights of stairs three times carrying about thirty pounds of equipment and books, but I still couldn’t understand why I was so wiped.

Maybe I muttered something to that effect…I can’t even remember, and my son said that emotional and intellectual fatigue was what made you really tired.

And it was like something clicked.

Anything out of the ordinary tends to stress me out a bit.

I could do my Roses in My Carpets  presentation in my sleep! But still, melding that with my Wanting Mor  presentation is still a bit challenging. And especially since I was going to be doing it in front of my niece, who helped inspire Wanting Mor.

All those factors led to a lot of variables that were unusual and that more than the trips up all those stairs was probably what tuckered me out.

I came home and watched episode after episode of reality shows. And I don’t know why.

Why do I like watching Princess, a show about women who are manipulative divas with their spending out of control? And then followed that with The Next Great Baker, from Cake Boss.

My hubby commented last week when I was watching back to back episodes of Cake Boss’s Next Great Baker that he wouldn’t mind me watching it so much if it translated into me actually doing some baking!


Then I watched two episodes of Hoarders.

But I do know why I watch that show! After seeing the apalling conditions that these people live in and how little rational sense they have, I feel SO put together!

Maybe that’s true with the debt shows as well.

I really don’t spend a lot, so it’s kind of vicarious pleasure to watch people who do!

I don’t know. I just know that it helped relax me, and ‘unfatigue’ my brain.

It also helped to get a persistent song out of my head for a little while.

A song that I hadn’t thought of for years, but it’s been haunting me since Saturday.

I first heard it when I was a kid and there was something about it that spoke to me. I also thought it was odd because it was obviously about a man and yet a woman’s voice was singing it.

I’m referring to: The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, by Joan Baez. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7r4DIb_nKgw&feature=related

Then there’s The Band’s version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Exvh52d0Weo&feature=related

Which has a more authentic feel to it and actually makes more sense.

When I was a kid I thought it had a Davy Crockett feel to it, but it’s actually about the fall of the South. And the travesty of justice perpetrated by Northern soldiers against the confederate States. And the whole idea of victors having won, saying ‘Na na na’, like children gloating and those who’ve been defeated mourning.

Not sure why I keep thinking about this song.

Could it be world events and my birthland being bombed constantly by drones? Not sure.

But it’s definitely haunting.

And yet for the longest while I felt like it wasn’t cool to like the song because of a silly WKRP episode where that DJ was trying to play a hard rock song and this one came up instead and it just sounded so lame in context.

I’ve decided it doesn’t matter. It’s a good song.

I don’t have much sympathy for the south, and I’m sure glad they lost, but I do identify with what they went through.