Maybe I'll start doing a weekly thing with this link, so everyone can get up to date info on my beloved Cards and those 29 other teams. I am saying right now that if Woody Williams stays healthy for the next few seasons, he is going to go right up there with Maddux and Smoltz (in the good old days of course) as great NL pitchers. He'd be someone to fear if his name wasn't Woody ... Oh, and don't worry Cubs fans, by the end of April you'll be out of first and you can begin your usual slide down the standings. I know it's unnerving seeing your team at the top like that.

OK, enough trash talk. Last night I was feeling kind of blue because it finally hit me I wasn't going home for Easter. Also because it was Good Friday I hadn't eaten much, so I'm sure that didn't help. So I got out my pictures from Jacquelyn's wedding in November and started trying to arrange them in this big frame I had. Then I needed a mat, and wouldn't you know the pictures from my old Georgia O'Keefe calendar were just the right size? So I ended up using this awesome one with lots of pastel colors as a mat. Then I had a lot of fun ransacking the house for bottles and cans with the shapes I wanted to frame the pictures. But my crowning achievment was when I took the invitation and put it in the middle of the thing, but cut out the corners where it overlapped the pictures. It looks really awesome, and sort of three-dimensional. It has been a long time since I did one of my goofy figure-it-out-as-you-go art projects, and I forgot how fun they were. Mostly now I just knit, which is relaxing but doesn't give a lot of leeway for improvisation, or at least not on the spot improvisation; if you are altering a pattern you have to figure it out before hand. Maybe that's why I like writing so much, it's sort of the same process of starting with an idea and just sort of playing with it as it grows.

Speaking of writing, I have written two songs in the last two days. This is something I do from time to time instead of writing poetry because my poetry is really insipid, but insipid poetry can turn into pretty decent songs. Plus, for some reason I always come up with choruses first. It's not like I show them to anyone, they're just sort of my secret little tunes. I like to sing them to myself and know no one else in the world knows this song but me. Very Winnie the Pooh, wasn't he always doing that?

I think I am doing all this rambling about nothing in particular because there are four weeks left in the semester and I have neither a summer job, nor even an inkling on where I'm moving to. Shazia hasn't formally kicked us out yet, but Nina's moving in June and she's right, it's stupid to sit around here being afraid to make our own mark on the living space because we might be leaving in a few weeks anyway. Plus, I would like to live near the subway so I wouldn't have to take the train every time I want to go into the city. I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to go in but haven't because it is such a major production to get there from here.

Sorry this is so long, but maybe it makes up for my negligence lately. Just one last thing. Today is the eighth anniversary of the OKC bombing. Trust me, all you native New Yorkers, it does get easier over time.