It isn't the lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire that is making this April the cruelest month. It is just that there is way too much to get done.

I came home from a long day at work yesterday, fed my daughter, and went to bed. I have several blog posts I want to get written about Podcamp, about Adam Lanza, Aspergers, core curriculum, ADHD and education, about my mother, and about several other topics, but I was too tired. I didn't even start off the month with my normal Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit.

Yet the lilacs do mix memory and desire. We had beautiful lilac bushes around my house growing up. My mother loved lilacs. She was born in April. One of her sisters was born in June and was named for that month and my grandparents considered naming my mother after the month of her birth. This will be the first April after the accident.

The house is now for sale. The listing is up. There will be an open house this weekend. I was hoping to take time off to go up and help my sister, but there is too much to do here.

Meanwhile, online, people have been making demands of me. One person, whom I don't know, doesn't like one of the tools I use for social media and he tweeted about how he would follow me if I stopped using that tool. Yet I can see no reason why I would want him to follow me. Yes, I'd like as many people to hear what I have to say as possible, but but some random guy tweeting that he won't follow me because he doesn't like a social media tool I use? I tweeted back saying that I didn't care if he followed me. He accused me of having an attitude. Yeah, perhaps I'm developing one, but perhaps it's not just me.

Another person, a well meaning good friend, has been asking me, just about every chance he gets if I've watched a particular video he finds meaningful. I started to, but got interrupted. I really need to find a time when I won't get interrupted for half an hour or an hour, and I just don't see that happening in the next couple of weeks.

I should re-read T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land"; maybe after I get a chance to watch my friends video. Then, maybe afterwards, I can find some time and energy for some of my own writing.