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What Candle?

What candle?

One of my favorite observations about my life has been the Dickinson poem,
"I burn my candle at both ends,
It won't last through the night.
But, oh my friends, and, ah my foes,
It gives a lovely light"

Unfortunately burning my candle at both ends as has been happening lately is catching up with me.

I am tired!!! Not only am I going straight to bed when I get home at 7,8 or 9, sometimes I don't even want anything to eat and sometimes I don't even want to read more than an hour. I acan really tell by the end of the week that the long hours are catching up. This is Friday and I feel every hour. I have clothes to fold at home, and little chores to do at the library but I am moving pretty slowly. The Energizer Bunny may have a dying battery.

To add to the mix, all the drama kings and queens in the family are in great voice. Most of my conversations are 'Yep'

That's enough of a pity party for the day. I am so thankful that I have opportunity to work as much as I do. I received a letter from Social Security, than increases my check because of working another year, but the Humana payment is going from $8 to $22 a month. That is still cheaper than most of the programs for my state and county.

I haven't got to use the pool much since the first of June, but the price of Humana is the same so I am not concerned, except about getting stiff. I am getting lazy so will put this on the Xanga blog. Wish I was at the library where I could put some pictures too.

TRACKING THE LITTLE OLD LADY TERRORIST

I may be being spied on.  While looking at my Xanga website tracking history, I discovered that on one particular day for several minutes, my blog was scanned  on many entries starting with the LOLT entry about how I fit many of the earmarks of a terrorist as described by Reno and Napolitano.  It is a good thing I am a librarian with some protection. 

I felt a chill go up my back when I saw all the District of Columbia  identifications of the tracker. I had read recently that the government, specifically an Obama organization, was planning on shutting down computers and bloggers with contrary opinions. I passed it off as the other extreme spouting off as both sides sometimes do, but perhaps it is a more real rumour than I thought could occur in America. 

I'll put this on xanga and see what happens in the footprints.

Still Ticking

According to Diaryland, I haven't updated for 47 days!  My days are just too busy and everything takes longer the older I get.  Not sleeping much at night, but I have to keep my leg elevated enough so the swelling doesn't take over, so I get plenty of reading done, which is good because I can barely keep ahead of all the new books, fiction, nonfiction, young adult, and juvenile that looks like it would appeal to me and my particular patrons.

I try to come into the library a little after noon which could give me up to 2 hrs to catch up on journals and email, but that never quite happens.  Sometimes I feel like our old black lab Wimpy when she would have 11 or 12 pups.  If my face is on site, I am available.  Actually I am fortunate that is so, because at my age and speed, my director still values me.  In fact, I now have an official title, Cirulation Supervisor, and my own special login one step higher than the rest of circulation.  That is referred to as a higher level of responsibility, but I really think it is higher level of blame!

I was pleased to go to the annual State Library Conference this year, first time ever.  It was in our town and registration for all seminars and meals was $180, but didn't have to stay all night, so the Director had all three of us department heads go also instead of none or just one.  The workshops were great, there were refreshments with the vendors before and after each one, and two lunch meals and a dinner award banquet.  Food was great, but just sitting and 'refreshing' made for long heavy days. I ate nothing at home and fasted for a while over the weekend.

One thing I came away from was a determination to never participate in a group activity again.  I shall quietly dismiss myself from the room and come back in when the activity is over.  I am too old to have to endure that kind of torture any more. So there!!

We had 2-4 inches of snow over the weekend.  It is mostly gone now, but I still have the tomatoes covered.  If it warms up, the rest may ripen.  Otherwise, I shall have to bring them in.  I have 3 huge green ones that 2d gave me that I want to batter and fry.  Haven't had good fried green tomatoes for a few years.  None were big enough.  I like the littler tomatoes for ordinary things but the big ones are sure good in their special place.

Life at home goes on as usual.  Everyone is in various stages of OK. Some not in my idea of ideal, but that is their choice.  It is neat to see 2s step into his little niece's life with help in horse 4-H.  She did so well in all her events this first year and even got to go to district where she won 4 ribbons, red, yellow and green.  That is a great accomplishment for an 11 yr old's first year.  It is the first time I have seen her enthusiastic about something positive and healthy.  She is staying the school year with 2d again, and her mamma comes and gets her once a month when the school has its twoday shutdowns.  That seems to keep everyone contented.  2d would like to have her permanently, and that could happen if 1d gets worse before graduation.  1d has been taking better care of herself personally and the diabetes seems under control, but her decision-making processes are deteriorating as the stroke and seizure activity take their toll.  In the meantime, Cowboy is getting better and better.  His thinking is clear, his goals are encouraging and hopefully another year or so will see him able to step up to the plate and care for his mom. 

2s and 3s are both working hard.  Late forties is a time to get ahead all one can and they are busy at that, along with fun time. 

All in all, I am contented to watch them all, even tho I don't get to do it up close that much. 2d is my liason to everyone.  As the youngest by 10 years, she can avoid the sticky places siblings often get into with each other, and she gets together with various groupings of them as circumstances arise.  I am glad no one is fighting, that is always so hard.  Thank You for all You are doing with each one of us.  Even the hard times have been good for us.

Double nWow