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May 22, 2008
It is only once in a blue moon that I manage to find exactly what I'm looking for at my local public library branch. I'm so glad that I can search their catalog via the web--it saves a lot of wasted trips. It is the most popular branch of the county-wide system, and invariably, whatever I happen to want to read is either checked out or at a branch located at the opposite end of the county.
I can reserve and request transfers online, which helps, but I have a tendency to do the book/library thing by my own inner timetable, and not by theirs. So I often go for months without checking anything out.
But I seem to have a reading bug up my butt since I got home from vacation, and I have a list of books I'm wanting to read. So when I had a free minute, I did a quick check of availability.
Well, sumbitch.
KPL Southwest actually had, within its walls, "Starring Sally J. Freedman as Herself", by Judy Blume. (Yeah. Blame Jezebel) And that's not all! They had "Death on the Downs", "The Torso in the Town", and "Murder in the Museum" (Fethering Mysteries) by Simon Brett.
That's four for four, so I felt like I'd hit the jackpot. I put reserve holds on them, and made a swing by the library on my way home. The library staff hadn't had time to pull them, so I did my own legwork, but that went quick. Then I took a look at the desk. A line for a mile. Ugh.
Figuring it would go down eventually, and time in a library can be better spent, I re-thought my quick exit, and cudgelled my brain for other titles I've been looking for. And one that I've been hot to read for a while is Lisa Gardner's "Hide". Since she's so popular, and it's a fairly new book, I figured it was a longshot. But what better time to play a longshot than when things are paying off? I plugged the title into the catalog, and there it was. One lease copy available, SW branch. I trotted back to the shelf and--no book. So I checked the new books section up front and--no book.
Oh, well. I had done exceptionally well, the line had gone down, and I went to check out. I had a pretty nice librarian, so I asked him where a book might be if the catalog said it was in but the shelves belied that. He took the title and author info, ran to the back room, and shortly emerged--triumphant. A hardcover clasped in his had.
I told him he was my hero.
Hey. Give a hardcore book geek her little moments in life. It takes an astonishingly trivial occurance to make me happy, so you'd really think I'd get that jolt more often. But I don't. So when I do, it's pretty sweet.
It almost made up for Spouse being home from work on one of "my" nights. The book thing cheered me so much that I even ordered dinner delivered from the local Italian place. My treat.
Of course, no one's good luck holds forever, so I spilled red sauce from my stuffed peppers down the front of my new fuchsia top, and ended up having to wash it three times to get it out. So that killed a chunk of the evening.
But I made the time to change out my polish. The nails were disgraceful. I must say--�Didgeridoo Your Nails?� is not only a fab name, it is a fab color as well.
I have to put a few lines down today regarding the utter and complete buttinsky-ism of the boss. She dragged me to two different meetings this week where the facilitator was completely flummoxed at our presence. As in �what are YOU doing here?� Two meetings that had nothing to do with us, or our area. Two projects where absolutely no one was asking for our input or expertise. Her pathological control-freaky need to be in on every single thing that�s happening is starting to get downright humiliating.
Truly, there aren't many people on that team, boss or otherwise, that don't drive me slug-nutty. As I was attempting to work today, a sudden swell in the chatter from a nearby cube caused me to look over. There they were, looking for all the world like of pack of apes. Grooming each other--picking lint fluffing each others hair, chittering away loudly, like chimpanzees.
Lordy.
There. No more discussion of work. I�m trying to keep it to a minimum, because it�s bad enough to live every day with the hate I have for my job�I don�t want to have to face it at some future date, when I�m leafing through my journal.
I was having trouble finding the kind of exfoliant the facialist recommended, and was beginning to think I wasn't going to find one that isn�t fifty dollars an ounce.
I did some research, and a lot of the home-remedy and homemade beauty treatment sites recommend using baking soda on a wet cloth and massaging very lightly. Since that sounds gentler than ordinary scrubs, I was ready to try it. But when I stopped at the grocery store on the way home today, I found exactly the item I was looking for--and from the same line as the moisturizer I got at the drugstore yesterday. Why Walgreens carries the lotion but not the enzyme treatment is kind of a puzzle.
Thanks to a good sale at the drugstore, though, I was able to get some Neutrogena body oil cheap, so I�m whipping up a tub of my homegrown salt glow scrub. And it is actually going to be a couple of bucks cheaper even than when I just use grape seed oil from the grocery store.
In fact, I think I�m going to go scrub myself right now.
Nick of time, too. If I get any rougher, other people can use ME for a loofah.
Reading: "Hide" by Lisa Gardner. Still on break from �John Adams�; Since I know I'm going to finish it, why not take my time?
Surfing: Not Fooling Anybody. The downside of programmatic architecture.
Listening: Liquid Jesus, Aretha Franklin, and Steve Goodman. Yeah, kind of all over the place there.
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