4/23/2009

working hard for the money

So, would you rather hear that I'm so busy having a fabulous life that I have no time to post anymore? Or that I'm so busy working two (three?) jobs and volunteering and parenting and trying to plant the garden before it's time to harvest already that I have no time to post? Well, let's just call it one and the same and a day all at once. Does it help that I feel guilty for not posting? Or that apparently I post very ungrammatically?

The good part about all the tasks at hand is that being busy keeps me upbeat and optimistic. Then, there's the fact that I'm making some money lately that I will be able to squirrel away for the Fall when I switch from too much work to too much school. Same amount of busy, though. The bad part is that I don't write, I don't call, I don't visit, I come home, check my email, feed the kid (sort of) and flop into bed. Boooring.

I'm thinking I'll eventually get time off for good behavior, right?

4/09/2009

mr. lizard

Between my voracious library habit and history of used bookstore jobs, I've found a lot of odds and ends in books. Old book marks, receipts, notes (and don't get me started in marginal notes on books that don't belong to you!), various bits and pieces. Then there's the sometimes gross biological residue: boogers, dried up bugs and spiders, and the occasional bloody fingerprint. Pretty disgusting, eh? Well, this is definitely the oddest thing I've seen hidden away in a book:
Yep, that's a petrified lizard. It was tucked away between an end cover and an added media packet. My work partner was gaspingly startled and left me to slide the specimen out. Of course, I had to bring it home to document it. It's only a couple inches long, but that's still big enough to give one a start and then wonder how it got there. Its placement was such that it seemed to have crawled in and been slammed away on the shelf for ages. Yuck. But, I still love working at the library.