Welcome to the real world (she said to me, condescendingly)*
So how are things, you ask? How is your summer going? Hmmm. Yeah. Summer.
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Summer summer summer. I don't know why I'm writing this exactly, since most (emphasis on the most) of the people that wouldn't know how my summer is going and what I have been up to are Seattle-people, and almost none of them have livejournal. (Well, technically, they are Nevada City-Ventura-California-in-general-Bozeman-Boise-and-Edmonds people, but they all are Seattlites in my mind). I guess I am writing it out for my own record-keeping, and because I feel slightly agitated on the inside.
I am working at the Main Library now, and I like it. Today when I got off work I felt good, and that has rarely happened before. I actually like my job. And that is a huge blessing. The Main Library is big, and kind of 60s/70s looking, with tinted windows and a kind of dark interior. It is a very urban (?) library, I guess you could say. It slightly reminds me of New York or those types of buildings that would be in a J.D. Salinger book or kind of like the 365th st Y as it is depicted in the Royal Tenenbaums. (By the way, I have been reading Nine Stories lately). So that is kind of neat. Some years ago I probably would've disliked this building that I work in quite a bit, but as of now I am kind of fond of it in a sentimental way.
Actually, I think my mom may have taken Meliss and I there to get...oh what were they called...not Toad and Frog books but something similar many moons ago, on those strange, stressful, but yet fun and mysterious times when we would live in my Granddad's condo in Fort Collins for a weekend or a week. Just my mom, my sister, and I. Those visits were strange, because the cause of them was not good, and a member of our family was ever present in his absence, but yet they were terrific because it was just the three of us, and my mom would always make things extra special to make up for the unusual and unfortunate circumstances. I recall jumping on the trampoline in the basement while watching Return to Oz on the television, and reading books at night, getting up too early in the morning to drive down to Loveland for school. I remember one of these weekends it was my turn to take Mr. Bear "home". Funnily enough, I never took Mr. Bear home, because I wasn't staying at my home at the time. But at least I had stories to share about what Mr. Bear and I experienced. I remember in particular one kid told the class how Mr. Bear got locked in his dad's car, and so Mr. Bear was captive for a while. I don't know why of all things I remember that, but I always have.
Those visits remind me of fairy Barbie dolls and big colored rubber balls. They remind me of the temperature sensitive thing that my sister most likely got at Skate Castle that I hid on purpose so I could get the praise of finding it. I was a corrupted kid.
Anyway. So I may have been at this library once a long time ago, but I only dimly remember it... or maybe that memory is made up, I don't know. But I work there now. I shelve books, which is nice. Books aren't irritable, they aren't bossy. They are sort of like the pet that you can confide all your woes and hopes to. With books, you are allowed to just shelve. The only thing you have to worry about is whether MacDonald or McDonald goes first, or whether 454.6284 go behind or in front of 454.6789. Sometimes you have to check to make sure it isn't a red dot book, or a green dot book, or any kind of dot book, or if it belongs in the holiday section, or the easy reader section, or the youth paper backs, or if it belongs in the Espanol section, or the Mystery or Colorado section for that matter, but other than that it is fairly simple. And I get to work by myself, and just shelve, and I like it and I am grateful for it. I feel like the youngest employee there, which is something new to me. The people who work there have names like Judith and Sue-Ellen and Carol. They have all been very nice and welcoming. Hmm hmm.
The past three times I have gone there in the early morning hours there has been a man playing the flute outside the building. One of my new favorite things is when flutists practice outside. It makes where ever you are and whatever you are doing mysterious and magical. Even if it is running into the library on your first day of work 10 minutes late (that was terrible, but it will take too long to explain). Yes. But at 7:50 this morning, when the sun was still rising and the streets were still more empty than usual and the City of Fort Collins people were just beginning their day mowing the grass around the library, he was there, playing his flute. How mysterious and nice.
That is another thing that I didn't expect about this summer--since I have to be at work at 8, I am not really able to have late-night adventures. Which is good, in a way, but I kind of miss it and don't really like going to bed at 11 o'clock in the summer. It just feels funny.
Anyway. I shelve the children's and juvenile sections, which is fun. First thing in the morning, an hour before we open, myself and one or two other people hastily shelve all the picture books that came in the night before. It's the first and most important thing we shelve in the morning, and for some reason I am fond of that notion.
In other news, yesterday we had to literally harvest our lawn with a scythe. It was ridiculous, and the beastly lawn had to be taken down in stages since it was so outgrown. Now we have a nice kube playing field, though.
I am also taking Astronomy II online with Meliss, and that is a little different. I think we have to venture to the Planetarium sometime in the near future, and some star gazing will be part of our homework. However, it is unfortunate because I forget about it...I think we have two chapters to read, two tests to take, a visit to the Planetarium and a short paper to write before Sunday. On top of that being work, helping my Granddad move every day this past week, maintaining a house (which requires a lot of work) and things like Bible Study, which is great. But I am finding the real world a little tiring.
Well, besides a lot of other stuff, I guess that is it. The End.
*I never thought I'd use John Mayer lyrics in a lj post, but I guess I just did.
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Summer summer summer. I don't know why I'm writing this exactly, since most (emphasis on the most) of the people that wouldn't know how my summer is going and what I have been up to are Seattle-people, and almost none of them have livejournal. (Well, technically, they are Nevada City-Ventura-California-in-general-Bozeman-Boise-and-Edmonds people, but they all are Seattlites in my mind). I guess I am writing it out for my own record-keeping, and because I feel slightly agitated on the inside.
I am working at the Main Library now, and I like it. Today when I got off work I felt good, and that has rarely happened before. I actually like my job. And that is a huge blessing. The Main Library is big, and kind of 60s/70s looking, with tinted windows and a kind of dark interior. It is a very urban (?) library, I guess you could say. It slightly reminds me of New York or those types of buildings that would be in a J.D. Salinger book or kind of like the 365th st Y as it is depicted in the Royal Tenenbaums. (By the way, I have been reading Nine Stories lately). So that is kind of neat. Some years ago I probably would've disliked this building that I work in quite a bit, but as of now I am kind of fond of it in a sentimental way.
Actually, I think my mom may have taken Meliss and I there to get...oh what were they called...not Toad and Frog books but something similar many moons ago, on those strange, stressful, but yet fun and mysterious times when we would live in my Granddad's condo in Fort Collins for a weekend or a week. Just my mom, my sister, and I. Those visits were strange, because the cause of them was not good, and a member of our family was ever present in his absence, but yet they were terrific because it was just the three of us, and my mom would always make things extra special to make up for the unusual and unfortunate circumstances. I recall jumping on the trampoline in the basement while watching Return to Oz on the television, and reading books at night, getting up too early in the morning to drive down to Loveland for school. I remember one of these weekends it was my turn to take Mr. Bear "home". Funnily enough, I never took Mr. Bear home, because I wasn't staying at my home at the time. But at least I had stories to share about what Mr. Bear and I experienced. I remember in particular one kid told the class how Mr. Bear got locked in his dad's car, and so Mr. Bear was captive for a while. I don't know why of all things I remember that, but I always have.
Those visits remind me of fairy Barbie dolls and big colored rubber balls. They remind me of the temperature sensitive thing that my sister most likely got at Skate Castle that I hid on purpose so I could get the praise of finding it. I was a corrupted kid.
Anyway. So I may have been at this library once a long time ago, but I only dimly remember it... or maybe that memory is made up, I don't know. But I work there now. I shelve books, which is nice. Books aren't irritable, they aren't bossy. They are sort of like the pet that you can confide all your woes and hopes to. With books, you are allowed to just shelve. The only thing you have to worry about is whether MacDonald or McDonald goes first, or whether 454.6284 go behind or in front of 454.6789. Sometimes you have to check to make sure it isn't a red dot book, or a green dot book, or any kind of dot book, or if it belongs in the holiday section, or the easy reader section, or the youth paper backs, or if it belongs in the Espanol section, or the Mystery or Colorado section for that matter, but other than that it is fairly simple. And I get to work by myself, and just shelve, and I like it and I am grateful for it. I feel like the youngest employee there, which is something new to me. The people who work there have names like Judith and Sue-Ellen and Carol. They have all been very nice and welcoming. Hmm hmm.
The past three times I have gone there in the early morning hours there has been a man playing the flute outside the building. One of my new favorite things is when flutists practice outside. It makes where ever you are and whatever you are doing mysterious and magical. Even if it is running into the library on your first day of work 10 minutes late (that was terrible, but it will take too long to explain). Yes. But at 7:50 this morning, when the sun was still rising and the streets were still more empty than usual and the City of Fort Collins people were just beginning their day mowing the grass around the library, he was there, playing his flute. How mysterious and nice.
That is another thing that I didn't expect about this summer--since I have to be at work at 8, I am not really able to have late-night adventures. Which is good, in a way, but I kind of miss it and don't really like going to bed at 11 o'clock in the summer. It just feels funny.
Anyway. I shelve the children's and juvenile sections, which is fun. First thing in the morning, an hour before we open, myself and one or two other people hastily shelve all the picture books that came in the night before. It's the first and most important thing we shelve in the morning, and for some reason I am fond of that notion.
In other news, yesterday we had to literally harvest our lawn with a scythe. It was ridiculous, and the beastly lawn had to be taken down in stages since it was so outgrown. Now we have a nice kube playing field, though.
I am also taking Astronomy II online with Meliss, and that is a little different. I think we have to venture to the Planetarium sometime in the near future, and some star gazing will be part of our homework. However, it is unfortunate because I forget about it...I think we have two chapters to read, two tests to take, a visit to the Planetarium and a short paper to write before Sunday. On top of that being work, helping my Granddad move every day this past week, maintaining a house (which requires a lot of work) and things like Bible Study, which is great. But I am finding the real world a little tiring.
Well, besides a lot of other stuff, I guess that is it. The End.
*I never thought I'd use John Mayer lyrics in a lj post, but I guess I just did.