Library woes

The problem with working at a library is...in a word...books. There's too many good ones and I see them all. I used to hear about a book on NPR or catch a review in the news or a magazine and that did me quite well thankyouverymuch. But now....now I always have a long list of things I MUST READ. And of course, if I'm on the waiting list for one, then 4 or 5 come in at once.

I currently have about 20 pages in a short novel about a dog titled Dog: A short novel. Then I have to decide between:


...a historical fiction about the mystery surrounding Edgar Allan Poe's death. I love Poe. I need to seriously finish the biography I started forever ago. In lieu of the biography, this offers mystery, suspense and "devious twists" that "does honor to Poe".


...a memoir and family history of post-partum depression. I'm a memoir junkie. I think it's really the best way to learn about experiences that I'll never have. It was really the subtitle that grabbed me 'A Memoir of Madness and Motherhood'...even without suffering post-partum depression I can relate to that subtitle.


...a tale of the afterlife in which the dead 'live' in the City of the Dead, that is...as long as they are remembered by someone yet alive. Just sounds like an interesting premise. And ya know, I'm all about dead people.


...Jon Katz writes another one about lovable dogs and offers advice and techniques that work for him. I just finished Jon Katz' A Dog Year about a year with a crazy border collie and two labs. I absolutely loved it. It made me want to be a better dogmom. He has a wonderful and touching way of telling stories and making the most ordinary events in a life with a dog seem...I don't know...a little more meaningful I guess.


...autobiography of porn star, Jenna Jameson. It's a life I'm never going to lead, one I can barely even imagine...so what's it like? I think there's something to be learned from everyone.

Sooooo, what do I do?

Manny

Pre-season hockey is just about a month away. Even though my darling Manny Legace is no longer a Red Wing, our beloved Captain Stevie retired and Shanney has moved on, I still find myself as excited as ever for the new season.

Last night's dream didn't help any. It was another dream about Manny. I have them fairly often. I honestly can't think of anyone other than family that I dream about more.

Background: My darling Manny was let go under less than ideal circumstances. There are actually a lot of us Red Wing fans that aren't too happy about it. I've stated aloud...and will do so here publicly... I hope Manny gets a shut out against the Wings.

So anyway, last night's dream....The Wings were playing the Blues, at the Blues arena, which looked much more like a small community ice rink. I hovered at the edge of the rink, trying to find Manny, not sure what his number was with this new team. I looked everywhere and couldn't find him. I was afraid that maybe he had the 'Red Wing flu' and was being a sissy.

Then Punky decided he needed a bath, so we walked around the hall to where there were several homey bathrooms and he climbed in a tub while I took advantage of being 'backstage' and continued to look for Manny.

Alas, I never found him. But I had a clean kid.

God Loves America!

Two-day migraines do not make for good blogging.

So please entertain yourself with this picture of Jesus. I declare it as proof that God Loves America! Because you see, this is the only remaining stain from our 4th of July fireworks.

Okay, humor me.

Drugs are baaaaaad.....m'kay

So yeah, I was over at Mom and Dad's yesterday. My folks live in the middle of nowhere on a dirt road across from a farm. Something, no matter the time of year, *always* makes my allergies go all berserk. Yesterday was no exception. Mom offered a non-drowsy over-the-counter 12-hour type drug that I hadn't tried before. Some crazy little white pill that, within an hour, made me light-headed and ditsy (or ditsier than usual) and really really sleepy. I am STILL feeling the effects, more than 24 hours later.

Made for a rather interesting day at work however. I was so out of it. I just kept hoping that nothing out of the ordinary would happen. But wouldn't you know, as soon as the more experienced gal went on her break, all hell broke loose. Well okay now that's exaggerating, hell didn't really break loose...hell let out a gremlin in training or two. At one point I was walking around the library (home to those without one) asking everyone if they had a Mercedes. The owner apparently has enough money to cover the Mercedes and a hefty vet bill...he/she'd left their poor pup in the car with the windows closed. Why do people continue to do that? People really aren't that stupid....but it's nicer to think that they're stupid and simply don't know better than to realize they're just cruel and careless.

Anyway...other than that and a couple of other bumps (kids with an infant left unattended at closing - Come to the library! Free babysitting!), work was fine. Better than my previous shift at least, when we had to call the cops because a male patron was enjoying himself a bit too much on the computers.

PSA: Never, ever use the library computers without latex gloves and lots of antibacterial wipes. I'm just saying...