Pan lives.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
The Most Wonderful Place On Earth
It was suggested by a dear friend that I start to write regularly again. I have missed being snarky and will make an effort to update more than once every 8 months.
I cleaned out my office at Stratton today. After 17 years I've decided to simplify. My commute will now be 3 miles of flat road, not 18 uphill and down, with 4 different types of weather on those January days I wish I were living on Fiji. I am..again..a bookseller here. The Bookstore was my first job as a sophomore in high school, back when it was a very small store and across the street from where it now lives. I was saving money for an exchange to Germany and continued working there for 5 years. It was a good fit then and an even better one now. I feel like a chocoholic in a candy store. I like what I do. I get surges of happiness while shelving books in my sections...you know that feeling when you were first in love and out of the blue you'd feel all tingly and giggly? This happens to me now. Running my fingers over spines, my eyes absorbing outstanding covers...the scent of freshly printed ideas.
Of course it isn't without its challenges...example: " I heard about this book on NPR the other day, and I don't remember the author, but the title had "The" in it and it was about Japanese prison camps..I think. Do you have this book?" Google is a friend.
I have yet to eat or drink from our apparently amazing cafe, but I hear the coffee is terrific. We have author events...I just swooned...did you all feel that swoon? I am happy and content and the employee discount doesn't hurt either.
Next time: How The Minion Survived His 6 Week Visit With His "Born-Again" Dad. Yes...there is a back-lit bust of Jesus whose eyes follow you across the room.
I cleaned out my office at Stratton today. After 17 years I've decided to simplify. My commute will now be 3 miles of flat road, not 18 uphill and down, with 4 different types of weather on those January days I wish I were living on Fiji. I am..again..a bookseller here. The Bookstore was my first job as a sophomore in high school, back when it was a very small store and across the street from where it now lives. I was saving money for an exchange to Germany and continued working there for 5 years. It was a good fit then and an even better one now. I feel like a chocoholic in a candy store. I like what I do. I get surges of happiness while shelving books in my sections...you know that feeling when you were first in love and out of the blue you'd feel all tingly and giggly? This happens to me now. Running my fingers over spines, my eyes absorbing outstanding covers...the scent of freshly printed ideas.
Of course it isn't without its challenges...example: " I heard about this book on NPR the other day, and I don't remember the author, but the title had "The" in it and it was about Japanese prison camps..I think. Do you have this book?" Google is a friend.
I have yet to eat or drink from our apparently amazing cafe, but I hear the coffee is terrific. We have author events...I just swooned...did you all feel that swoon? I am happy and content and the employee discount doesn't hurt either.
Next time: How The Minion Survived His 6 Week Visit With His "Born-Again" Dad. Yes...there is a back-lit bust of Jesus whose eyes follow you across the room.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Threats Work
Me: Honey, cut it out
Minion: What's the magic word, mom?
Me: Look, just cut it out, you are on my last ever loving nerve.
Minion: No, what's the magic word?
Me: Magic word? How about : Shovel and Hefty bags.
Suddenly he decided to get ready for bed. Amazing. I think he's watched too many CSI dvd's with me.
Minion: What's the magic word, mom?
Me: Look, just cut it out, you are on my last ever loving nerve.
Minion: No, what's the magic word?
Me: Magic word? How about : Shovel and Hefty bags.
Suddenly he decided to get ready for bed. Amazing. I think he's watched too many CSI dvd's with me.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Ringing The Bell Of Idiocy
On the second viewing of Rep.Joe Wison sticking his butt in his mouth during the President's speech, I looked only at Joe Biden and Nancy Pelosi. The VP had that "Dad's going to deal with you later" expression and Pelosi's glare could have frozen Hellfire. I'm hoping to replicate her look the next time The Minion misbehaves. Surely he will pee himself in fear. I know I would.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Margaret and Helen
Helen's latest blog entry. She ripped the words right out of my mouth. My dearly departed mother would have loved this. She was a feisty old lady who spoke in much the same way.
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