From Amy, and Annie

Mood: Great (I love Monday mornings)
Hair: Clean, blown-out, ready for my closeup (for the passport photo)


According to the BBC:

You are a Musical Thinker {can't get the pic to copy, no time to deal with it now}
Musical thinkers:

Tend to think in sounds, and may also think in rhythms and melodies
Are sensitive to the sounds and rhythms of words as well as their meanings.
Feel a strong connection between music and emotions

Like many musical thinkers, Leonardo loved to sing, and had a fine voice

Other Musical Thinkers include

Mozart, John Lennon, Jimi Hendrix

Careers which suit Musical Thinkers include

Musician, Music teacher, Sound engineer, Recording technician

This is not what I would have expected, but it doesn't seem too far out in left field either.

Must go pick up Sparky; 5th grade ends in 40 minutes! Ciao.

Ready to leave

So, yeah, this is the beginning of the last week we are sans New-Mom-Librarian. She starts back again on 6/15. Migraine Woman has been on vacation all week. She'll be back Wednesday.

And we have B, the pseudo-intern (former page), for the summer. He will be a boon to all of us Referencey people.

Which means...I get my job back in 10 days! woo hoo Maybe my sanity will return as well.

In celebration today, or something, I spent a chunk of the day trying to sort out trains from Manchester to Leicester, then Leicester to London. Whew. Those two train trips would cost us about $400. I think we'll just keep the car an extra couple of days and pay a drop charge in Luton--or somewhere else north of London, but close enough to get into the city for a lower price.

Next: booking the car. Then, booking the hotels. I love vacations.

The corker book for today is this: Help! My Child Stopped Eating Meat!

And now I'm headed home to figure out something to make with frozen ground beef without carbs (hah). Window down, hair blowing--SUN!
...finally...

Saturday sports update

Mood: GOOD!
Hair: Down and curled


Baseball: [last night]

Cubs 7
Diamondbacks 3

Sparky had an outstanding catch in left field for an out in the 4th inning! Woo hoo. The bleachers went wild, and he even got multiple kudos from the dugout. Plus another "Nice catch!" after the game from the Star. :-)

'Course, he still didn't get a hit, but he did get one walk to bring home a run, so his RBI (or whatever) remains high.

Swimming: Finally called the Dolphins' president Thursday night and asked about Sparky's status. He is on the team, and she apologized profusely for not letting us know; she didn't even know the coach had told us he'd call. [He has since resigned.] So on Tuesday he starts practices, at 7:15 a.m.

His reaction: "But Mom, I want to sleep in during the summer!" [whine whine] Here is a kid who has almost never slept past 9 a.m., even after nights when he's up past midnight, or jet-lagged. When we went to Greece, he got 6 hours of sleep--on the plane--out of about 36 hours from the morning of the day we left till we arrived at the hotel in Athens at 2 a.m. local time. He was up by 11, but that is literally the latest he's ever slept. NEVER at home. Sigh.

I think he's ok now. He gets a new 'fun' swimsuit, plus a competition suit. And fins and goggles.

And there goes my free time this summer as well! I echo Kristen in saying "the things we do for our kids!"

MUST GET TO WORK.

Thanks to Annie

Mood: Tired
Hair: ick

T	Tempting
H	Happy
E	Elitist
C	Clever
A	Awesome
T	Tame
A	Adventurous
L	Lovable
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Name Acronym Generator
From Go-Quiz.com

Oddly enough: The Cataloger is mostly different from The Cataloguer. Hmm, maybe there's something to this! ;-)

Two books

Mood: I need a vacation
Hair: 40s (barrette at crown)

These just came across my desk:

1. Herding Cats, by John McCabe (wonder who that title reminds me of...) hah
The Booklist review says: "Readers are unlikely to meet a wackier, more demented bunch of characters than those in McCabe's latest novel." [they clearly have not met my family] Sounds Britishly funny, a la Coe's The Winshaw Legacy.
2. Grammar is a Gentle Sweet Song, by Erik Orsenna
Aha! Another Eats, Shoots and Leaves--now sitting next to me to take home to read, finally--right? Nope.
Publisher's Weekly's review starts this way: "10-year-old Jeanne and her 14-year-old brother, Thomas, are shipwrecked on a strange island where words have become independent." It sounds like a lovely, quick read about a subject near and dear to mine heart.

Also just found a book for my brother about U.S. Grant and Mark Twain, his two 19th century American heroes. {By the way, he's found a job--woo hoo--in Dallas.}

I needed this kind of treasure today. This is why I love cataloging! I get to see the books first.

And, hey, that impresses the heck outta kids, too.

Forgot to do this yesterday...

We added 635 items in May. Down slightly from 845 last month. I probably have about 125 on my cart right now. They will mostly still be there next Tuesday. I see no chance that I'll do much cataloging this week.

Elephants Never Forget

Mood: very strange; not sure what to make of myself today
Hair: Brain (in)--going to the salon today yippee

OK. Here's the scoop from the BBC.

If you don't want to believe that, here's another possibility: "The original Greek proverb was 'Camels never forget an injury.' It wasn't until the early 20th century that the elephant overtook the camel. In Saki's Reginald of Besetting Sins (1910), it was said, 'Women and elephants never forget an injury'. As elephants have a good deal of intelligence and a fairly long life span, they really do remember injury, as well as kindness." This is from a website, but I can't get it to open except in cached form from Google.

But wait! There's more.

My gosh there's even an 'erotic' film with that title....(go find it yourself, I'm not linking!) ;-)

So that's what's going on with the elephants in the world.

Long week

Mood: Tired, anxious
Hair: Partially clipped up at crown

Long day today: On Ref for over 3 hours, my 'relief' was late to work. grr. Got all of about 6 books cataloged. Once again the Great Gods neglected to dump in the file I sent last Friday. I emailed a friendly nag; they magically appeared...just in time for me to leave.

The boy has lost two school library books. We searched the room tonight to no avail, so he collected $19 of his own money and will pay the bill tomorrow. Which means we'll find the book on Friday...

Little League game tonight against the Indians. Score 6-5, Cubs won. The boy had a play in left field that the "star" jumped all over him for goofing up; he didn't goof up, but the "star" is also a tremendous drama queen, so we were treated to him pouting the rest of the inning. He had flubbed a play about 5 minutes earlier; no one on the team yelled at him...well, except his dad (the coach). We think the boy made the best play of his career. So there!
[But he earned no money for swinging at pitches, either.]

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Tomorrow: Up really early (5ish) so I can get to work by 6 and get a couple of hours in before heading to breakfast with a friend. We have been planning to have lunch together since CHRISTMAS! And school is out next week so we will be tied to our children after that. This is the only day we can get our schedules to work.

Thursday: DARE Graduation (Drug Abuse Resistance Education, FYI) at 9 a.m., so I'll be missing still more work.

Which means Friday I have to go to work for a few hours on my day off.

I'm getting a stomach ache. Had a Mountain Dew this afternoon/evening, and I'm absolutely wired now...actually, I think the caffeine has worn off, so now I'm twitchy and tired all at once.

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What I'm supposed to be doing: Figuring out the drive time between Leicester and Lincoln, Lincoln and York, York and Durham, and Durham and Manchester. For Americans, 50 miles generally means 50 minutes. Ah...no. According to RAC, 51 miles = 80 minutes. Glad I doublechecked; I do remember this from last time. Had to keep telling The Beast, "No really, I know it's only 190 miles, but it's really a 5-hour drive from Reeth to St Andrews. One way. Trust me."

Time for bed. I'm past whupped.