The Long Dark Indian Summer of the Soul

My little brother has gone back to school. Everyone in Missouri has gone back to school. The school-going contingent of my flist? Has pretty much gone back to school. Whereas I've still got a couple more weeks of summer.

No, I'm not gloating. (Well, only a little.) It's a bit odd to be the only one still on summer time, doing summer things, all by myself. Get to catch up a bit more on my reading, though.

Last night at work my Fluffy-Headed Boss gave me a fun task as she was leaving--taking down all the paper cut-outs from the summer reading program bulletin so that we could put them in a box--thousands of them--and leave them for kids to hunt through for hours on end, trying to find the shapes with their name written on it. Yeah.

About a half an hour later, she called the library to clarify: actually, none of the pages should do any work at all. She gave me another fun task--going through the library pulling tags from someone's test cart to make sure they did a good job, which they did--and told all the other pages to shelfread. ( Still more library whinging, cut for those of you who feel that they have already gotten their daily recommended allowance of that. )

My shirt has wings on it!

The Long Dark Indian Summer of the Soul

My little brother has gone back to school. Everyone in Missouri has gone back to school. The school-going contingent of my flist? Has pretty much gone back to school. Whereas I've still got a couple more weeks of summer.

No, I'm not gloating. (Well, only a little.) It's a bit odd to be the only one still on summer time, doing summer things, all by myself. Get to catch up a bit more on my reading, though.

Last night at work my Fluffy-Headed Boss gave me a fun task as she was leaving--taking down all the paper cut-outs from the summer reading program bulletin so that we could put them in a box--thousands of them--and leave them for kids to hunt through for hours on end, trying to find the shapes with their name written on it. Yeah.

About a half an hour later, she called the library to clarify: actually, none of the pages should do any work at all. She gave me another fun task--going through the library pulling tags from someone's test cart to make sure they did a good job, which they did--and told all the other pages to shelfread. ( Still more library whinging, cut for those of you who feel that they have already gotten their daily recommended allowance of that. )

My shirt has wings on it!