This post mainly a "today at work" thing.
Lara is gone! I am in her seat! The cat, she is confused. (I hope you get there safe Lara and we will look after your kittypants!)
Right now me and Leah are waiting for the kitchen to warm up so we can make jellyshots. Freezing cold air is still billowing out onto my arms.
This afternoon I was getting together a collection of sophisticated picture books for a class up Nelson ways and I came across this gorgeous one, called something like My World of Silence. Ooh, I thought, because it, unlike most of Natlibs stuff, looked brand new and shiny. I read it. It was deep. It was seriously deep. There was this girl, right, and she lived in a silent world. Okay, I though, it's about depression. It's about a bleak silent inner world. And then she discovers music. She feels the power of it in her chest. She discovers all these wonders, and she finds them wonderful, but nothing will ever be quite as loud as the silence of her world.
I was like, oooh. But then it turned out to be about deafness. Which was kind of disappointing.
You wouldn't believe how many picture books there are out there about depression, though. In fact, most senior picture books are either about a, depression, b, war, c, racism. Also I have been amusing myself with the small pile of "Don't give these books to any school with 'Christian' or 'Catholic' in the name."
Anyway I have been put in charge of the fiction display shelves (YES) and get to decide about everything we show off there. Brilliant. I've already cleaned them (imagine the dirtiest thing you can, like... the /b/ boards, and now imagine, I don't know... a nun, with a kitten, a lovely kitten, that's been caught washing and still has its wee pink tongue poking out. That's how different the shelves looked after I cleaned them.) I dropped one on me, too, and the sharp bit sliced into my thumb. It's quite gruesome. Changed the bandaid this morning and it started bleeding again.
Leah won't let me show her cos she's gone all squeamish. Just cos my thumb has a mouth now. Jeez.
Also today, I was doing three collections about pets and Cecily moved them to the edge of the work table because she had seven piles of 'early learning in Wanaka' to do (what?). "I move your measly three piles!" she cried. "Call that a syndicate request? THIS is a syndicate request!" Then she flipped me off, and cackled. Work is great...
At the meeting (while watching the electrician who by the way sounded EXACTLY like Lister from Red Dwarf DANGLE from the ceiling, one foot at the top of a wobbly ladder) it was decided that we are in fact living in the future, and that most of Star Trek had come true (the elders of the library are entranced by video conferencing) and then we all got off track discussing which of us would be Spock. Like I said, work is great.
Now time to make jelly shots (some of them, hopefully, we be dinosaur shaped!) And listen to Devon Townsend serenade Leah. And try not to trip over the cat, for she pines.
Right now me and Leah are waiting for the kitchen to warm up so we can make jellyshots. Freezing cold air is still billowing out onto my arms.
This afternoon I was getting together a collection of sophisticated picture books for a class up Nelson ways and I came across this gorgeous one, called something like My World of Silence. Ooh, I thought, because it, unlike most of Natlibs stuff, looked brand new and shiny. I read it. It was deep. It was seriously deep. There was this girl, right, and she lived in a silent world. Okay, I though, it's about depression. It's about a bleak silent inner world. And then she discovers music. She feels the power of it in her chest. She discovers all these wonders, and she finds them wonderful, but nothing will ever be quite as loud as the silence of her world.
I was like, oooh. But then it turned out to be about deafness. Which was kind of disappointing.
You wouldn't believe how many picture books there are out there about depression, though. In fact, most senior picture books are either about a, depression, b, war, c, racism. Also I have been amusing myself with the small pile of "Don't give these books to any school with 'Christian' or 'Catholic' in the name."
Anyway I have been put in charge of the fiction display shelves (YES) and get to decide about everything we show off there. Brilliant. I've already cleaned them (imagine the dirtiest thing you can, like... the /b/ boards, and now imagine, I don't know... a nun, with a kitten, a lovely kitten, that's been caught washing and still has its wee pink tongue poking out. That's how different the shelves looked after I cleaned them.) I dropped one on me, too, and the sharp bit sliced into my thumb. It's quite gruesome. Changed the bandaid this morning and it started bleeding again.
Leah won't let me show her cos she's gone all squeamish. Just cos my thumb has a mouth now. Jeez.
Also today, I was doing three collections about pets and Cecily moved them to the edge of the work table because she had seven piles of 'early learning in Wanaka' to do (what?). "I move your measly three piles!" she cried. "Call that a syndicate request? THIS is a syndicate request!" Then she flipped me off, and cackled. Work is great...
At the meeting (while watching the electrician who by the way sounded EXACTLY like Lister from Red Dwarf DANGLE from the ceiling, one foot at the top of a wobbly ladder) it was decided that we are in fact living in the future, and that most of Star Trek had come true (the elders of the library are entranced by video conferencing) and then we all got off track discussing which of us would be Spock. Like I said, work is great.
Now time to make jelly shots (some of them, hopefully, we be dinosaur shaped!) And listen to Devon Townsend serenade Leah. And try not to trip over the cat, for she pines.