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

On a downhill slope

My last day in the office, in a row anyway. I made enough extra to get a new washing machine when mine broke this summer. I could now get a new fridge also, but I have nursed the old one along for 7 or 8 years now. I have to empty a quart container of water ever couple of days in the summer, but this summer has not been so bad. Maybe because no one is home to open it up all the time. Various other repairs need doing but deciding who will come and do them is the hard part. The car has squeaky brakes and I can decide on that, so I will portion my money out carefully.

If all goes well, I will go in early Monday to do laps and hope to keep at it regularly. I feel like the Tin Man in The Wizard of Oz after 2 month of not doing water exercising.

Now I have to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening until 10 at the fair in the Library Booth, handing out material

I needed that

Title: Christ My Armor

 Author: Elisabeth Elliot

 When faced with threat of any sort of invasion or attack, whether from human or spiritual foes, it is quite natural to draw back, throw up my guard, attempt to defend myself. The Christian has a far better defense--"Let Christ Jesus Himself be the armor that you wear" (Rom 13:14 NEB). Let me take my stand in Him, come to my enemy without fear, responding only in the power and with the love of Christ. Who can hurt me then? And what hostility on earth or in hell can destroy me? That person whom I most dread to see, let me meet him as Christ meets him. Let Christ meet him. He is my armor, I am hidden in Him. My weakness, my fear, my hostility will be covered by his strength, his courage, his love