post christmas

I have so much to be grateful for, despite a few bumps in the road. You seem to really bring this into focus around the holidays, where we still have folks living in cardboard boxes and parents who can't give their kids a Christmas. Kinda puts your problems in focus, doesn't it?
I am grateful for my health. And my family's health. I am grateful I have a paycheck coming into the house, despite to massive furlough days this year.
On a lighter note, I am grateful Lucy has stopped eating our house, despite her discovery of the gingerbread house she noticed at eye level. She mighta gotten away with it if it were not for the trail of candy into the sun room. Seems gingerbread agrees with dogs.
I am grateful all my nieces and nephews are taking a stab at college. I am not grateful that they are not being very successful at it. Please get these kids on track.
I am glad to have everyone home for the holidays. Just wish Andrew would get hi issues straightened out.
I have to say, I am now burned out with Christmas movies. Time to think about New Years. If we must. new Years is so difficult, There's pressure to go out. You try to make a party plan at home-no one seems to rsvp. DO they not want to commit or simply don't want to travel?
Seems the bumps in the road were all at the end of the year...lets hope 2012 is a better year.

Seasons Greetings!

I pondered whether I would do a letter this year, as the times have changed with all this techy stuff. I probably talk to most folks on some social network, but there are others who haven’t embraced all this stuff yet-so, here I am.
We have had a good year, even with the little bumps in the road. I am a little more enthusiastic about the holidays this year. Maybe cause Maddie is old enough to wrap all my gifts for me. Never mind that I have to pay her...it’s worth it.
So, the Adams had some travels this year. Jen took a trip to Ver-
mont this year in July and spent a week in the mountains hiking and bonding with other women. I had a fabulous time, despite a few challenging women who arrived from Canada and one from the upper East side of Manhattan. Canadian women listened to no one and won-dered off on their own-which distressed our young charges who don’t want to lose anyone or have them fall off a mountain. They wore designer hiking outfits and came equipped with personal hiking sticks. I’m surprised they didn’t have a hiking valet to carry their belongings. The New York socialite arrived with many bags, demanded they hold up the hikes until she arrived in the lobby to catch the shuttle, and wondered why there were no bathrooms in the woods.
In August, we headed to Colorado to visit Sean and Laura. Colorado is a beautiful place-in the summer. We climbed the rocky mountains where we left 85 degree heat to snow. And elk crossing the road in front of us. This thrilled all of us, especially Alan, who feels he needs up close and personal contact with wildlife (bears in California, buffalo in South Dakota) for that incredible snapshot. Loved Sean and Laura’s house..old but charming. And perhaps a bit haunted.
Andrew is in his third year of school and doing well. I do admire his ability to juggle school and work (a graduation requirement)-even though his new job on campus this year is on the fiber arts crew. He weaves and spins wool..and is paid. I like it. And he has service work to do as well. He thought of volunteering for some nursing homes and reading aloud to older adults. Gotta be aware you will read what they want you to read-could be Harlequin American Romance number 158…
Maddie is thriving in her first year of high school. Maintaining the principal’s honor roll, play-ing field hockey and is now on the school's swim team. She is organized and meticulous about her life, except maybe her room. But she assured me she is aware of where everything is on the floor, by grid number.
Alan is still working at Carderrock..no more overtime, which I think is healthier for all of us. Yoga is part of his routine..he is getting more Zen. That’s good too. I am still with the li-brary, faced with salary cuts again this year. Hoping things change next year. Staying busy with aerobics, swimming, reading, craft projects (did a mosaic table), and anything else that catches my fancy.
Hope all of you have a wonderful holiday and new year!! The Adams

Launching the holiday season

Ho ho...it is officially December and the the madness begins. Actually, it began Thanksgiving night at 11 PM, a stores had lines wrapped around their buildings and insanity began. One woman pepper sprayed her fellow shoppers just to be sure she would get her PS3. Nothing says holidays like the American frenzy.
My work party this year was not the usual gathering of good food and white elephant gifts, but we changed the venue to a bowling alley. Sorry, just not the same. Had a good time bowling, but didn't really socialize too much with the others. And could we even begin to compare the food? As Maddie has so astutely pointed out, it is all about the food....
Tomorrow I decided to host a Christmas Tea and Ornament exchange. I have most of or library volunteers coming-my target audience. Good thing I had that festive bowling party to put me in the spirit :-) And of course, I did plan it around the game-even though it should be a slam dunk.
Next weekend is the neighborhood holiday decorating contest, which I am hosting as well. I must be out of my mind really. Maybe it a good thing all around..keeps my mind off of other unpleasant situations that are floating around the family.
I hope I am a visitor here more often in the next few weeks...it is a great outlet to the stress and pressure. Oh, and Happy Holidays!

Weimaraner Wildness

Maddie has been hot on the trail for asking for another dog. Frankly, after living with looney Lucy for 3 years, she is more than enough dog for me. But ok, I will be willing to be open to perhaps another dog.
Marcia's dog Pepper came for a visit around the Thanksgiving holiday. I got a taste of what is was to have 2 animals. Granted, i am spoiled with Lucy, who is yard bound by an electric fence. Pepper required constant supervision outside-she was a runner. Always came back, but god knows I didn't want to be responsible for losing marcia's BFF. And then there was the small incident in the office, where Pepper, who is so good about using the bathroom outside, shredded my blinds to try and get out (stomach issues that require no detail). So, as much as I love that little dog, it was good to see her head home.
Then I got wind of someone trying to find a home for a weimaraner, which I have had a love for as long as I have watched Sesame Street. They dress them up on Sesame Street, use them for showing kids letters..and there they sit, docile, easy going animals that defy beauty. So, Tyler came for an overnight...thinking this is good for Lucy..will wear her out and she will have comapany. A test so to speak.
Ever given a 90 pound dog puppy uppers??? This was a dog on speed. Never stopped..except for his 4 and a half hour sleep from 1 AM to 5 30 AM. Crating..he howled. Drank copious amounts of water, then had to pee every 20 minutes.Panted nonstop-probably cause he never stops moving. Tried claiming apha dog with Lucy by humping her. No go-Lucy stood her ground. Alan wound let him out to pee-he was gone like road runner. Showed back up when he was done cruising the neighborhood. Sleeping arrangements..I ended up sleeping in Andrew's room and Tyler curled up with Alan. Morning time, we started all over again. Racing from room to room, drink water, race some more, eat the cat food, more water, throw in some barks, then, as Alan was sitting in the sun room reading the paperon the sofa, Tyler lifted his leg and peed on the sofa-most of which landed on the Sunday paper. Okay, I'm done. No dog pees on my sofa and the sports section.
So, Tyler is still homeless...which is a sad thing, but I can't rescue all dogs. looks like we will make a visit to the pound in the near future. And hope Tyler finds a 5 acre home to run and eat squirrels.

Post turkey party

After a week of recovery from a haze of alcohol and turkey, I have some out of the fog and ready to get back to a routine. I also dealt with laryngitis last week-much to the joy of my family. However, it didn't seem to stop me from drunk dialing my son at my party Saturday night and questioning him about missing Tuaca from the bottle...looked quite watered down,according the the Tuaca expert.Think it went something like: "Okay, where is my damn Tuaca? It looks like the Tuaca has water in it. Don't water down my Tuaca!!" Andrew not only had a voice mail on his phone, but a couple of text messages from drunk friends who couldn't find the Grey Goose bottle. Those were indecipherable.."OH where oh where ids Andrew......" and "Your mither wants to know where her Grey Goose is.." Andrew called to ask what my message was..all he could decipher was "WACA WACA!" It's interesting how things come full circle when your kid approaches adulthood...now I have to explain my behavior as opposed to the opposite.

Not only did we indulge with turkey, Maddie and I went to Volt for lunch. Such am amazing dining experience. An entourage comes to your table when the food arrives so all food can be uncovered at one time. They have a fork person, a bread person, a napkin person....whew.. And beauty doesn't touch it.

So, back on the bandwagon in the good eating department. And no more alcohol until Christmas.

Thanksgiving is looming!

We have come out on the other side of the big bash. No worse for the wear. Have to say, recovery time was longer. And no excuses for that very garbled voice mail to Andrew about stealing Tuaca from the bar..all he heard was waca! waca! HHmmmm...boy, have times have changed when you call your child and offer no excuses to them as to your state of mind. And one last thing...noticed 24 hours later that the family pics in the hallway were turned upside down. Again.
So, thanks to the massive furloughs, I am off this week, which is a good thing. We are headed to Volt today to celebrate a great report card for Maddie. The cooking begins tonight. We wait with baited breath for the celery salad and cranberry sorbet. Andrew will be sorely missed this year, but should be home in about 3 weeks.
No desire to even do any shopping for Christmas, although a perfect opportunity.
Enjoy the holiday!

let the games begin...

This weekend launches the beginning of the holiday season with me. Since 1999, I have been hosting a large Bop TIl You Drop party, which began as a celebration of my birthday. As I grow older, the less inclined I am to label this as a big birthday party.
So, the planning begins. Same formula this year. We were in Disneyworld last year, so things have resumed. Difference is I needed to tighen my belt..no DJ. I will depend on my Ipod. No jello shots. Sangria is the drink of choice.
Past years have proved to be a great example of debauchery and insanity. Copious amounts of liquor consumption had resulted in people barfing in the woodpile, front yard...and try explaining that when its your hubby and I am your boss. One year, someone walked into the bathroom and found a couple in a compromising position. This is a lock on the door people. And then there was the year I woke up that morning, in a fog and in need of aspirin and caffeine, only the find all my family pictures hanging upside down on the walls. Now, you know, that took quite a while to do that..and it was done in the course of the evening, right NEXT to the bar. And not one soul said a word or even noticed I think.
I do think things might be calmer this year. We are a bit older, maybe moving a little slower, and staying up late requires much more effort and coffee. I do count on lots of shots and everyone's dance shoes polished and ready to go. Let the games begin...

Being thankful

It seems a number of folks are delving into their thoughts of what they are grateful for. It's the time of year-Thanksgiving is coming up as we know. You know, the holiday no one in my family can remember what we were doing last year. Except Maddie. So, I am going to give my thanks. I am feeling especially thankful in light of my dear friend's sad news this month...

I am grateful for my family. I have wonderful kids who are kind, polite, compassionate, smart, understand the value of money, make me laugh, and go with the flow. I have a husband who will remember small mentions of wants and needs and will do them without asking twice. He might grumble about an extra job, but pitches right in and often does so without being asked. Except for maybe house work.

I am grateful for my great staff. The are dedicated, easy to work with, and considering what we have gone through with our budget the last 2 years, do all this without complaint. It makes my job so much easier.

I am thankful to my neighbors. Who care for my dog when I call on them. Who walk with me anytime I call. Who keep my daughter employed in babysitting. Who are a big part of my social life.

I thank the heavens above for my health everyday. I can still bob til I drop. Although I think I drop at a much earlier hour than I used to.

I am grateful I live with wonderful cooks. Who will step up in the kitchen and create amazing things. Actually, thank God my whole family are foodies. We eat well and celebrate well. Is it wrong to be grateful for eating well?

Thank you for my Beemer.

I am thankful for all the travelling I have been able to do. And will do in the future.

I am thankful for reality TV..because it just reminds you just how grateful you are of your life.

Music. Life would not be complete without music.

Tomorrow..things I am not grateful for....

family roots

I have been inspired (not sure what the inspirtation came from) to start searching information about my family heritage. Perhaps it was the death of Alan's mom that got me thinking about where we all come from and what sordid, I mean, heroic, activities those ancestors have done. Fortunately, its much easier to do this sort of thing nowadays. Ancestry.com is a great online source and its free through the library. i didn't really have any interest in this, but it has been a great exercise in reference work, which I miss. So, I poke around a little everyday. I am focused on my father's side of the family, as my mother has been looking on her side. Fortunately, my father's relatives are local, mostly Baltimore and Pennsylvania. Highlights of my search include: My great grandfather owned a saloon in Fell's Point called Andy's Place. I have a great pic of the bar, but didn't know who the lounging, happy men were in front. My grandmother was married before she married my grandfather. Now that was news... My great grandfather also ran a boarding house and was involved in Baltimore politics. He had a run in with the law when he dumped manure behind his house (he had stables) and the city had a fit . Always a rebel... I continue to search..perhaps some other dark secret will pop up..as my mother is hoping. She is so hoping her staunch Methodist mother in law has some child out of wedlock. Don't hold your breath..

Just when you think things can't get worse..

A warning to all who might be reading...this is not an uplifting, light, happy blog entry. I am racked with emotion and need to share-and this is my avenue.Just got through the funeral and I got a call last evening from a very dear friend who has been part of my life for 35plus years. She has been diagnosed with ALS, otherwise known as Lou Gehrig's disease. There is no cure and no treatment. Your muscles stop receiving signals from your brain to walk, talk, hold a cup, and eventually, breathe. Your mind remains in tact, you can feel, see, touch, think. You simply can't make your body move... i am an eternal optimist generally (except for a bit of cynicism). I have read they are doing clinical trials to see if something might address this horrific illness.And Stephen Hawkes has lived 40 years with this illness. My heart is beyond broken for my friend, who has a great zest for life, a positive spirit, and truly cares for all those in her life. Why does God strike down the good people? I'm gonna be there to support her, be her friend, a listener, and someone to laugh with. It's time to make the very best of life today because no one can predict what tomorrow will bring. And who knows..maybe I can be part of her bucket list and share some adventures...I might draw the line at skydiving however. :-) Count every moment..things can change in an instant.

The up side of funerals

Despite the long and arduous 2 days giving Alan's mother a proper send off, not all was sad and perplexing. Funerals give you the opportunity to see people you don't stay in touch with and would like to. I see most of Alan's siblings fairly regularly, at least in the cyber world. But I do have a fondness for his in laws-specifically, the ex in laws. Mike is one of the most grounded person I know, great father, and a huge support to Sandy when dealing with all this. I am so glad to see they have a mutually agreeable relationship and perhaps have an opportunity to socialize with him He also has the most understanding of this crazy family. The other i really enjoy is Veronique. She is sweet, kind, and doing her best to raise 3 girls while trying to establish herself in a late career (spent most of her life raising children), She hails from France but lives here now. Has raised 3 beautiful girls who i want to get to know better, There was not many funny stories in the Adams family growning up. It was filled with hard farm life, praying for rain, and feeding the 6 kids, as well as various farm hands. I did however have a funny exchange with Alan's cousins, Gloria and Angie. Their mother is now in a nursing home-not quite always there, but checks into reality on occasion. Angie tells me her mother is one of very few who has visitors. Whe she brought her mother a pizza, she was almost taken down by a walker yielding granny looking for a break from cream of wheat and mashed potatoes. When her and her fiance were leaving the nursing home, they were surrounded by hovering senior citizens, moving ever so closer to the locked front door. Some old lady in a wheel chair stuck her foot in the door..in hopes of a quick escape. Angie reported it to the nurses station-she consulted her list of excapees which includes pics and their m.o's. Sad, but kinda funny..I think if you put that much effort, hell, take em to Denny's for a Grand Slam breakfast.

death's aftermath

I spent the day in beautiful southern Maryland being a support for Alan and dealing with the plans for his mother;s funeral service. We met at the church, a St.Mary's landmark, home of the Little FLower school where Alan and all his brothers and sisters attended. The details were ironed out..interestingly, the priest is attempting to make the service very personal. He shared with the family how kind she was and how much she loved her cat. Excuse me, but Alan' mother hated that cat. We have no clue how he came to this conclusion..then again, he had a 50 percent chance of being right. We took a side trip to his mother's house, which has been neglected in her absence since summer. It is cluttered with photos, bills, scraps of important papers, old videos, the list goes on. She was somewhat of a pack rat..saved everything. On the up side of this, she had clips of her oldest son's first haircut and Alan's composition book from 6th grade. It will take weeks, even months to sort it all out. Which it looks like it falls to Alan's youngest brother, who was given all of her property, house, and belongings. Yeah, I have an issue with this. Her kids were good to her and I would have at least expected to see some sort of acknowledgment in her will of her OTHER 4 children-some of which were there for her and loved her. What a crazy world we live in. All I can say is wait until the tax bills come in.

crazy snapshot of life

It has been a roller coaster ride this week. We just wrapped up field hockey this week with a final game in the pouring rain. It was senior night, which involves posters, balloons, announcements, cream of crab soup (chesapeake high school tradition), large plaques, programs, the list goes on. There is a team dinner at the most expensive restaurant in the 'dena to give awards to the players. It also involves christmas ornaments for all the players, a slide show, and senior blankets. Do I need to go on? And did I mention there is no money in the kitty of any of this? I heard the money was spent last year on a scholarship (thats good) and pandora bracelets for seniors (thats bad). Maddie's Cupcake Wars was this week. Wow..what talent! And the kitchen was no worse for the wear. Everyone did a phenomenal job. And as we close out the week, Alan's mom has joined George Robert. She had been very ill and in alot of pain that could not be controlled. It is difficult for the sons and daughter, but her physical well being has gone downhill since the summer. i also think she gave up and as she told Alan last week..."I am ready to get out of here'" She lived a tough life, raising 6 kids, maintaining a farming life, and dealing with life's tragedies. I don't think she ever left the kitchen in the earlier years I knew her. She will be missed by her family. One funny moment worth mentioning..I had gone to St. Mary's County one weekend to bring her to our house for a visit. I got about halfway up the road when a woman stupidly pulled in front of me and I hit her. Yes, the only car accident I have ever had and it had to be with my mother in law in the car. needless to say, she didn't come home with me..she had her son pick her up and take her home. Rest in Peace Mary Adams.

the busy season begins

I love this time of year...weather is glorious, leaves are ablazing, and it begins the busiest time of year for most. Maddie turns 14 on Monday as we launch the season. Being the great party hosts we are, Maddie is doing another top notch event..Cupcake Wars. Last year, we did Top Chef Pasadena. 12 girls participated..3 teams of 4. They did an appetizer, entree, and dessert. It went as smoothly as one could expect with 12 girls in your kitchen, except maybe having someone pour a pot of oil down the sink. This year, we will avoid that. We are doing Cupcake Wars. Girls will be doing 2 rounds...one is a single cupcake for flavor, the final is 3 cupcakes with taste and appearance. Let the games begin. Halloween follows close behind. Guess I better put a spider up or something. Then we have my birthday, where we throw a huge dance party. This a tawdry event...shots, dancing, barfing in the wood pile, sex acts in the bathroom (you know who you are)...as one guest remarked "This is like seniors gone wild".... Then there's Thanksgiving..a big event for the Burns family. Followed by Christmas, which we have no memory of from last year as I mentioned previously. Whew.... Off to buy fondant, homecoming accessories, and fix Andrew's glasses...he's home as well...

high school sports

I am deep into the field hockey season at the local high school and I walked in as a high school sports virgin. My extra curricular activities with Andrew were always music and drama. That's pretty straight forward...rehearsal time a couple of time a week, some costume requests, and 3 performances. This has been a whole different ball game. Practice 5-6 days a week, in between games. We are responsible for supplying treat bags for your 'big sister'-someone on varsity, as they supply one for you on game day. I was just given 25 fundraiser cards to sell..its a lottery thing. Yes, 25. And no, I have no desire to stand out in front of a grocery store begging people to buy them. We have texas roadhouse fundraiseer. And to top all this off, we do team dinners once a week...girls (19 in all) come to your house or you go to the field and supply dinner for all of them. Fortunately, a varsity mother stepped up and we did it in the cafeteria...quick and easy. I realize sports and the arts are the least funded in public schools and this certainly seems to emphasize the point. I don't remember any of this when I was in high school. Then again, I think I did bowling.

viewings

Really? I have viewings of my page? Who would that be? My mother most likely....and maybe she views 95 times a month to make me feel good. Thanks Mom. So, we headed to the Fells Point Fun Fest this weekend, which is always a fun fest of great music, quirky people, and an arrays of creative folks selling their wares. It was a chilly day, cloudy, little rain..couldn't tell that with some women wearing a bootie dress (better not bend over), stillettos, and some pink fur thing to keep her arms warm. I also liked a sighting of llama fur leg warmers Guess her calves were warm. It seems to grow larger and larger in size. But then again, crafters can pay a good size fee and sell their creative...uh...stuff. I wasn't really sure about the dog leashes you wrap around your waist. Or the cell phone pocket pack. It looked like someone ripped the pocket off of a safari jacket and attached a hook on it so you could hang your cell phone onto your pants. Sorta like a pocket size fanny pack. I threatened my daughter with buying one, and pairing it with a nice pair of 'shape ups' tennis shoes. She walked away very quickly. The up side is great second hand bargains...found a solid cherry table for 15.00. and LP's for a buck a piece. granted, I don't have a turntable, but a small detail. Our good family friend from Florida joined us-always good to connect with long time friends. Even if they are Republican.

Ah the memories?

I realize time is marching on and now that I am well into my...er....50's...seems the memory synposis is not. I recently had a conversation with my older mother (age is a state of mind) where we discussed the upcoming holiday celebrations. here is the conversation: Mom: So, we will do Thanksgiving at Tim's this year. What shall we do for Christmas? Me: How bout we do what we did last year and have at our house? Mom: We had Christmas at your house? Me: Yes, don't u remember? We did lobster. And some other kind of meat..... Mom: Really? I'll bet that was delicious. Me: Yes it was. You rwally enjoyed it. I have no recollection what else we did..Maddie! What did we do for Christmas last year? Maddie: Sigh...We had the family over Christmas eve. We had lobster, short ribs, scalloped potatoes. Grandma spent the night. Opened gifts in the morning. Grandma went home. Mom; I SPENT THE NIGHT??? No I didn't.... Maddie: yes, u did. And you had Christmas brunch party at your house. Me: Who was there? Maddie: You were Mom. sheesh... I am very grateful I have a memory keeper in my family.

emotional rollercoaster

The weather has finally cleared and storms are over. looking like fall by the end of the week. The weekend brought a variety of emotions and most of the crazy people who live in Pasadena on Saturday to the library. Now, I am a believer in the full moon syndrome, which happened to be Saturday. Three in a row...one was a patron who needed award winning PICTURE books with substance because, as she announced in a very loud incredulous voice "I have to read 28 books in 5 weeks!!" Picture books people... This was followed by a woman wanting a travel book by Robin Leech, which in reality was Rick Teach. Started out like a normal transaction until she launched into her recent blind date experiences and how men of a certain age can't appreciate women with brains, and that they don't value her....huh? And finally we have the 14 year old who's library card has gone to collections because her books were returned months after they were due. She came in with her dad, who now has custody of her and hands me an address. This is his ex-wife's address..send all the bills to her. Well sir, its your daughters card. i don't care...send the bill to her..she is the one who got her the card. Well, can't do that..despite wanting to screw your ex-wife in any way possible and sticking your 14 year old in the middle. So, Sunday was 9/11. Lots of memories. many sad ones. I am better off focusing on the new memorial, which is beautiful and touching. The new train station is positioned just right where EVERY year on 9/11, a beam of sunlight will divide the station in half at exactly 8 46 and 10 28....how cool is that? The afternoon was the Ravens first season opener..against the Steelers. Always apprehensive when they play the Steelers, but no need to be on Sunday. They dominated the game and kicked some serious butt. I have never seen them play as well as they did that afternoon..so back to being euphoric. I hope to visit here sooner than i have been...certainly been slacking more.

Politics and weather

I am waking up to reports of major flooding. We just recovered from Hurricane Irene. This is the remnanats of Tropical storm Lee and it has been raining for 5 days now. Not just raining-pouring. So, just to review, we had a tornado in early August in out area. That was followed by an earthquake. Then Irene moved in. Really...is God telling us something? Speaking of messages, the GOP candidates had a debate last night. Wow, talk about watching the center ring of Ringling Brothers. Seems the top 2 candidates are Rick Perry and Mitt Romney. I have mixed feelings..this might be very good for Obama, or it could be very scary. I don't know who is scarier-Bachman or Perry. Bachman is convinced we are headed to Socialism..which when you hear her speak about it, it sounds like dictatorship. I heard on the radio yesterday Americans have the least number of vacation days in the entire world. Wow-guess its better to be miserable than a socialist. I will end on a positive note...football starts today. Oh joy! Unfortunately, it starts on the 10 year anniversary of 9/11. Sure are having our share of ups and downs. Go Saints.

Overheard in the Library Part 2

Apparently, we have a woman with a second grader visiting libraries and trying to squeak out as many summer reading prizes as she can from the library. Now, one needs to know the grand prize for finishing the summer reading club is a cheap mini flashlight. Here's the story:

FYI. A patron has been to the Crofton and West County branches trying to get staff to give her additional SRC(summer reading club) prizes. Here at WCO she has approached 5 staff members asking us to award her the SRC prize for her son who is in the 2nd grade.

She showed staff two log books that were already stamped for all the weeks of SRC, claiming that she never got the prize since her son was not with her when the log books were stamped. Therefore she is trying to obtain the prizes now that her son is with her. However, one staff member clearly remembers giving her the prizes on a previous occasion. When I spoke to her this afternoon, the reason she gave me is that she may have misplaced the prizes. Tonight, when I spoke to her again, she claims that it was her twin sister I spoke to earlier (she also made it a point to change her clothes when she and her son came back to the branch this evening).

Have to say, I might give them to her just because of creativity.

Also, just in, a gentlemen was told at the library that he has 10 missing music CD's and needs to pay for them. He told the staff that the man who was supposed to return them was killed at McDonalds. That probably wouldn't happen at Burger King.

And the sit down man has been back this week..he has no power. And apparently a tooth ache. He wanted to know the name of my dentist. I wouldn't share..could not do that to my dentist.

Irene Day 3

Well, we survived the natural disaster number 2. No lingering issues...yard was a mess, but we expected that. No trees down, but the power lines are. We can see the issue. A telephone pole snapped near the middle and the wires are hanging in the street. So, BGE has sent out a staff member to guard the wires so no one goes near them. 24/7. Wonder how much that is costing them, as opposed to just fixing it.
The problem is not enough telephone poles. A shortage. Hmm..how many did they gather? What did they think would occur in this storm we prepared for for 7 days?
So, now we have a generator. Expensive storm, let me tell ya. Guess I should be grateful I didn't have flooding. So, expected return to the grid-Friday, September 2nd. Sigh.....

irene has arrived

It is 4 30 in the afternoon. Irene has finally made an appearance. Lights have been flickering but holding. WInds are kicking up but I don't think we will get the storm surge we did with Isabel. Thank god.

I hope OC survives this one..it was the first time in our history where they had a mandatory evacuation. And they stopped selling liquor at midnight, That should drive them out of there.

I plan to post pictures as the storm develops. Think I might sleep downstairs..little nervous about the trees. Cousin in Jersey City...he is a bit freaked out..he sit on the water. And this is headed to maine. Wow.

More as things develop. Unless we lose power. Alan has kept busy with a massive amount of cooking and I just finished making a mosaic coffee table. Got books. Full computer battery. I'm good.

mother nature pays a visit

It is a quiet Tuesday afternoon around 1 40 PM. I am working on my computer when I realize the building is shaking and I hear a low rumble. I thought someone was on the roof. It's taking a while for it to register but i realize it isn't stopping and the shaking in getting progressively worse.That's when adrenyline kicks in. I race out of my office only to see the building is shaking and rumbling. My first thought was the building was coming down. I scream Get Out, and rush the door. Everyone for themselves. As I hit the parking lot, everyone else in the shopping mall is outside as well. So, this is a building issue. What just happened? Was that an earthquake?
Word spread fast..indeed it was. It struck right outside Richmond VA and registered a 5.9 on the ricter scale. It could be felt all the way to Canada. Except in Western NC near the mountains.
We are now bracing for Hurrican Irene this weekend. Okay, two acts of nature in one week is two too many. I really do want to move to the mountains.
Time to find tarps and sandbags.

roller derby and farewells

It is hard to believe it is only the 22nd of August and everyone returns to school this week. Maddie faces her first day at the high school. I am confident it will go well. Just pick your friends wisely and stay in sports to stay healthy. Andrew managed very well but had a few years of onstage experience to give him confidence and the ability to laugh at the bullies. Do believe one consistently threatened to throw him in a trash can but never managed to.
Andrew drove back to Asheville on Saturday...didn't think I would miss his presence but I do. However, his room is spotless and now a guest room. Come one come all.
Saturday eve we headed to Balmer and see Charm City Roller Girls do some damage on the track. Once you understand the rules of the game it is fun to watch. A packed house...last game of the season and a promo night. Ace of Cakes was there selling delicious cake. And can I comment on one thing..Charm City Roller Girls have one mascot..a banana. I suppose its no stranger than any other mascot, but why a banana? Why not an avocado? Or an eggplant?
So sorry to see summer end..sigh. Only good thing is fall weather and football.

sports in high school

Before I launch into my string of opinions, a small addendum to Saturday's blog..actually lost 3 and 1/2 pounds. Guess I did something right.

So begins the fall sports tryouts for the local high school. I didn't go through this with Andrew, as he was ensconsed in drama and theater during those years. Saturday was the first day..they had to report at 6 AM and ruin their asses off. It that simple. You run fast, you get on the team. Stick skills are secondary. I asked Maddie how it went. She threw up twice and kept on running. Today they report at 3 30 to do a timed 2 mile run. Now, I don't know about you, but I am not sure I've seen a field hockey running for 2 miles on the field without stopping. Sure this isn't field and track? I guess they are weeding out the quitters and those who don't have stamina.
I didn't do many sports in high school, but really don't remember having to run for 2 miles. Maybe cause I took bowling and archery. Maddie is a bit stressed about this upcoming endeavor-can't blame her, but whatever you do, don't quit. And I suppose if you do because of cramps and barfing, there's always bocce ball.

healthy living

After my healthy week in Vermont where we focused on mental and physical health, I was determined to carry on as i returned to real life. now granted, walking 5 miles a day in Maryland during the hottest summer on record was not very inviting. I attempted a few miserable walks where walking through pea soup would have been easier. I did some swimming..just not the same as walking down a two and a half mile hill and then walking back up again.
i thought my vacation would provide me with physical movement opportunities. Not so much. We drove many miles and walked little. Eating was also a bit more challenging, but I did what I could. Skipped ice cream, ate sweet potato fries, not regular fries, ate chicken, not ribs and avoided most sugar. I insisted we eat in an organic restaurant for lunch on afternoon, despite some eye rolling. I had a few glasses of wine, but never more than 2. Chances are I gained weight. It's that damn metabolism syndrome. So i ask myself, is this all worth it? Guess it is...sigh...at least I feel better. Sure miss martinis though.

south dakota and beyond

We took off Sunday morning for a road trip to Mt. Rushmore..which is about 370 miles from Denver. The quickest route is through Wyoming and into South Dakota. I now know what is meant by big country. Wyoming is vast and flat, sparsely dotted with ginormous ranches, all with official names and gates, just like you see in movies. It is flat, brown, and littered with cattle. But no houses, people, or cars. We travelled 45 miles without seeing a town or another car on the road. Just as you get nto South Dakota, the terrain changes a bit..there is some green growth, a few mountains, and those infamous granite rock faces.
We stayed in Custer, SD, along with a few thousand Sturgis attendees. Now Sturgis is a solid hour and a half north, but it made no difference. There are apparently close to a half million harley enthusiasts in the area and they are scattered over 3 states. I appreciate the cycle riders, but they occupied entire parking lots, scenic locations, and quick stops. Manuvering was difficult. Custer is a charming town of about 3000, complete with saloons and T short stores. We headed to Crazy Horse first..5 miles up the road. It was quite impressive even tho it was only about 20 percent finished. Privately funded, it should take another 25 years to finish. What we liked about this site was the homage it pays to the native american. More touching and meaningful.
Then we head over to Mt. Rushmore. An American icon. It almost seems ironic that we have carved the founding fathers into a granite rock in the Black Hills of South Dakota, where we took the lands of the Native Americans. it is quite a sight, but we skipped the large pomp and circumstance of the lighting ceremony that evening. Instead, we went to Crazy horse for a lazer show. It told the story of Crazy Horse and the history of the Lakota tribe.
The following morning, we headed to Custer State Park...to visit some wildlife. And visit we did. We had some close encounters with water buffalo..crossing in front of the car. They house about 1500 of them in the summer months and reduce populations to 900 in the winter. They are auctioned off and I suppose eaten. We honored this tradition by having great buffalo burgers for lunch.
Took a different route back to Denver through Nebraska. Can't say its much different than Wyoming, only that there are farms, not ranches. What is the difference by the way?
So, 4 states in 24 hours. pretty impressive.

the rockies up close and personal

Big day yesterday. We had a fabulous cookout friday eve, thanks to our hosts, Sean and Laura. Sean smoked some ribs and chicken all day; Laura made bacon brownies (which is no easy task in a mile high city), and we ended the meal with some of Laura's home made cheese. Yep, blue and cheddar...was amzing and delicious. i am inspired to try it myself. So nice to stay with foodies..and so much for my healthy eating habits-they went out the window this week.
All of us got up Saturday morn and headed to Estes Park. We followed Sean, who shared a most beautiful drive to Nederland..a small mountain town on your way to Boulder. Very hippie and strange..they are the ones that celebrate Frozen Dead Man Festival every year. They have a large parade of hearses, followed by a hearse race. All in honor of the frozen dead man that lives in town-cryogenically. Yes, really.

Estes Park is the gateway to Rocky Mountain State Park-very touristy, but we made a quick stop to the Stanley Hotel, where Stephen King stayed and was inspired to write the Shining. Known to be haunted. Especially room 217.
Then the highlight-a climb up in Rocky Mountain State Park. We climbed to 12000 feet feet, which in itself was a scary endeavor. Alan drove as i clutched the seat and tried to breath so i wouldn't hyperventilate. At the very top, we finally saw elk, who happened to lope across the road in front of us as we headed back down, How lucky were we! Too bad we left the camera at home...sigh...
On th
e way back to Denver, we made a pit stop at a cute blues bar where the owner has an entire room of old pin ball machines. Great thing for the kids..as in all of us.
More tomorrow..just finished a great day in South Dakota. Way tired..

colorado day 2 and 3

Thursday was spent at Colorado Springs and Manitou Springs. We rode up to the gate for Pike's Peak..opted not to do the drive because of time contraints. Headed back down to to Manitou...charming old town with eclectic shops and the old west flavor. He lunched at a natural food cafe and headed over to Garden of the Gods. That was quite an experience..u ride up a one way road and just as you round a corner, there right in front of you, are massive red rock formations jutting high into the blue sky. It was almost spiritual. We headed north towards Denver and stopped at the Air Force Academy. Massive campus. Once you clear the gate, it is a 4 mile drive just to the visitor's center.
Mountains are still covered in snow, which is amazing to me.
Friday we headed to Boulder. Not to sound jaded, but Boulder is alot like Asheville..cute little artsy town with street performers. Only difference is that its overpriced. Headed back to Denver and hit the water park. What can be said about that. massive in size, crowded with people, just a great place to be on a 'hot' day (relative-its 90 and no humidity). Tomorrow is Estes park and Rocky Mountain Park. Can't wait. Would love to spot a moose. Or mooses....

denver day 1

Vacation part 2. Seems all my vacations this year involve mountain ranges. However, this mountain range can't be compared. So strange to see mountains with snow on them when its in the 90's in Denver.
We are definitely experiencing better temps here than home, warm yet no humidity. We arrived early and spent the afternoon at the Botanical gardens in Denver, which were worth the time. Not really into plants and flowers, but this was over the top. We then headed over to the Denver Public Library to drool over what a library really should be. 7 floors. Their movie and music room was larger than our Annapolis library alone.
We headed back to Sean and Laura's house..its a charming Victorian dating back to the late 1800's. It is beautifully decorated-bright colors, lots of rooms, in a eclectic community of S and M shops, weaving stores, bars that have 7 AM happy hours,movie theaters from the 30's, and a great selection of restaurants. We had a fabulous Thai dinner last eve-best I think I've had. Crashed early...time change and thinner air. Today is Colorado Springs.

football is back!

I probably shouldn't be so excited about football returning after a lockout these past few months. It was over money...like these guys-specifically the owners, don't make enough. Players make plenty as well, although i do view football as a brutal sport where many retire with long lasting injuries. But be as it may...I am a happy camper. I can't imagine fall without football Sundays! And football pools. And maybe a super bowl...I know- wishful thinking.
So, the changes were announced this week. Hurtful. Todd heap. Derrick Mason. Kelly Gregg. Can't imaginf the Ravens without this core of veterans. Especially Heap. Mason wrote a very heartfelt message in the paper the other morning about how much he loves Baltimore and the fans. And if they asked him back, he would return in a nano second. A very tearful goodbye.
I hate to see summer go away. I love the relaxed atmosphere. But I want football and fall.

blogs be forgotten

Wow...really been a week since I visited here? Guess I was busier than I thought. Catching up takes a while.
Heat wave has finally broke..it is 90 today, which feels great conpared to 120. Weekend was filled with socializing. We went to visit our good friends Barb and Arnout to the country..Monkton. They have a beautiful home they just remodelled with a state of the art kitchen. Barb demonstrated her cooking skills, swam, played games, chit chatted...nice weekend. It was capped off with a library summer social at a larger than life home of a board member. Large, tastefully decorated, and for sale. Anyone have 1.5 mil? A bargain..house is 8K squeare feet. Then back to my humble abode, which took me 20 minutes to clean the bathroom. Although I guess if you live in a house that big, you hire someone to clean it.
Off on another adventure next week...Colorado! And Mt Rushmore. Looks like I can check off CO, WY, and SD off my list of visited states.

Back to reality

After a very long drive home Saturday (10 hours), I am back in hot and hazy Maryland. Yesterday was not too bad, humidity was down, just hot. Maddie and I took a good 4 mile hike in the park...seemed more difficult in this weather.
So, I have stayed on track with good eating. In fact maybe too good..had a low blood sugar reaction at 4 AM. Gotta tweak a few things.
I miss the people I met and beautiful Vermont. But time to start thinking about Colorado! It just 2 weeks away and haven't given it much thought. I did make an attempt to arrange for a rental car..not cheap. At least 100.00 a day. Kids are excited about going..haven't been on a family vacation yet this summer. Should be easy to eat well in Denver, right?
More later..still behind in laundry. And I haven't gone searching for ak-mak crackers yet.

All good things must come to an end....

My last day in Vermont heaven. Hike this morning was an easy one. I actually wore tennis shoes this time. It was a long one-around 4 miles, but not many steep hills. Of course, we had Manhattan woman with us, who usually is way behind everyone else. One guide ends up staying with her the whole time. And she apparently complained there was no bathroom facilities on the route. Yeah, really. However, she is also the one who thought Appalachian Trail hikers stay in hotels in the evenings. Think we is perfect to deal with the jungles of New York City.
Headed back for a lunch of onion soup and caesar salad. not sure how low cal the salad was...
Did water aerobics in the afternoon and realized my body was exhausted. Guess 25 miles of hiking in a week finally caught up. Dinner:steak, stuffed portabello mushroom with quinoa and brown rice and steamed veggies.
Day ended with a hiking guide who plays the mandolin. Perfect for a week with snow lovers who try and make a living on the off season. And its not easy. many of the those working for thr spa work many jobs in the off season until the snow season opens up on December 1. Closes on May 1. They had 80 feet of snow this season. And Killington's population goes from 500 to 20000 during ski season. They make lots of money.
So, I went to check out tonight so I could avoid the rush and lo and behold, Ms.Manhattan was at the desk...yelling at the front desk clerk. So surprizing eh? She felt she should NOT be charged for 5 days of hiking when she only did 4. Because, if we could remind her, she was LATE. A sweety named Larissa (teacher heading to Boston to teach) mentioned she should be reminded that she had her own persoal guide everyday she was here.
So, back to the land of beautiful tomatoes and corn. It's been a great ride..feel good, energetic, healthy, calm....just what I wanted...

vermont day 5

Today i realized my feet were yelling at me. 20 miles of hiking in 4 days was way more than what they were used to-especially in those awful hiking boots. So, it was a quasi down day. I did an alternate walk today..an hour around Killington, which will always involve hills. Felt that was adequate and could do that with sandals on. However do you remember the woman who came in a few days ago and had a meltdown? Guess who joined on the walk? Oh joy. I was also joined by the healthy cooking woman-little spacey, but good hearted and always looking for her Zen. Fortunately, it was buffered by June, another spa attendee who I took a quick liking to. Small business owner in New Hampshire-very grounded and was known to break free of the compound and do her own thing-lobster dinner (no butter), cruising the mountains, whatever moved her. Loved her spirit. The meltdown woman I have come to find out, is from Manhattan and probably wound too tight. Also admitted often she was a 5 star kinda gal..have NO clue why she came to go hiking in the mountains.
Afternoon Karen and I cruised Vermont. We touched on all things Vermont-cheese, maple syrup, and covered bridges. Great day..this is a beautiful state...
Lunch: butternut squash soup with dried cherries; salad, and pizza on pita bread. Dinner was grilled salmon, brown rice, and snow peas and zucchini. Delish.
One more day :-( One more hike. And two days away from a glass of wine.

Vermont The real day 4

I must be in a fog of perspiration. Today really is day 4 and I am alive and well. I am still struggling with blisters (like many others) but feel good otherwise. Fell like I've sweated off 10 pounds. I should be so lucky. Today's hike was a bit challenging-some big hills. We stopped for a fruit break at a beautiful meadow overlooking the green mountains. Worth the effort.
Had a free facial today...ahhhh....and laid low..swam and read.
Tomorrow I am taking off from hiking and heading out to see some of Vermont. Maybe my blisters will heal. Or not. It makes hiking tough, but then you think about Survivor and think..shit, I can do a 4 miles with blisters.
Off to dinner...lunch was the best yet:
crackers with goat cheese (goat cheese in vermont...yum)
quinoa salad
chick peas and fruit.
Cheese!!!!

Vermont Day 4

Today's hike took us to Woodstock Vermont..a charming town of about 5000. hike leader was "Shannon"=a spry,very serious young lady in her early 20's. We call her general. She feels she needs to tell everyone how to hike, breath, drink water, and set the pace. I almost threw her off the path. She carries a small pack filled with bandaids, trail mix, almonds, cell phone, bug spray..list goes on. We r not hiking the Appalachian trail people. We returned to the van and those riding in her van asked her to turn on the A/C-weather was very hot and humid for Vermont...she said no, she would roll down the windows. I guess they needed to tough it out..
We spent some time in town..a welcome break. Headed back for a pedicure. Karen needed to do some laundry (you go through clothes quickly with sweat)and low and behomd, the local laundrymat is a bar/laundrymat. Yeah..we got nuts and drank a wine spritzer! Wonder what Shannon would say...
Lunch was a turkey, veggie, and hummus sandwich. yes, people, I experienced bread for the first time since arriving. Dinner was salad, talapia, beans and rice, and fresh pea pods..gotta had it to the chef-he is quite good.
Speaking of chefs, we had a cooking demo yesterday for black bean burgers. At least I think that was the end result...instructor was all over the map..no measurements, then she passed out vinegar to smell, followed by pickled onions-not sure how that related. We did actually get to a black bean burger with fresh salsa. We had 13 people. I had a taste equal to a teaspoon. I consider that a snack..
A golf group arrived today at the hotel..I sighted bagels and cream cheese. In addition, looks like a few newbies for the spa are the serious minded hikers. Who go on 30 day cleansings. I sat with Jeanne, a die hard liberal from Philly and her hubby.
Bought different socks today in hopes of avoiding more blisters. No really, I am loving this. Hikes have been beautiful. Food great. Met some terrific people. I could do without Shannon.

Vermont Day 3

Have a quick 30 minutes before aerobics and had to share a bit about today. I am getting up at 6 30..which in itself is a struggle for me. But I do it, and head over to morning stretch at 7 with a crew member. He is an older guy..probably in the 50's range who has been nicknamed Grumpy. Not a smiler and you have to think he really doesn't want to be stretching with a whole bunch of middle aged men and women at 7 in the morning.
So, after a very unappitizing breakfast of eggs and mushrooms and cardboard english muffin (first time I haven't liked the food), we meet downstairs for our hike. Meanwhile, there is an woman in her early sixtires who arrived yesterday..she wanders down to the lobby at 9 07 AM. Everyone is told to meet at 8 45. The van that takes you to your hikes has left. She proceeds to have a meltdown..screaming at anyone who works for this outfit until the owner spent some time with her and calmed her down. If anyone needs to de-stress, it might be her.
We hiked with Connor and Beth today. Connor-young, energetic, college age, who hikes in the summer and does ski patrol in the winter. Sweet kid, lives in the moment, positive, and enjoyed talking to all these women who could be his mother (and maybe his grandmother). He even took a detour and showed u Calvin Coolidge's home he grew up in. Beth was equally as nice..also snow worker bee by trade and hiker in the summer.
And I think we had the best meal so far...fresh tomato soup with oranges (no salt but you didn't miss it), pasta with spinach, chicken, tossed with a sesame sauce and iced tea.
Off to do do laundry..going through clothes like crazy.

Vermont Day 2

It is actually surprizing I am upright at the moment. Hike the morning was 5 miles-not too beastly, but enough to break a major sweat. I have to say, it was nice not to be bringing up the rear in this group. Guess all those water aerobic classes paid off. My feet were sore, but word has it that I need different socks-HIKING socks. To go along with the hiking bottle. They do supply you with walking sticks and water bottles.
Met some interesting people toady...love the Canadian contigency. Then to mix it up a bit, they threw in a colorful woman from West Virginia. She tried all activities, including meditation. Which apparently didn't go as planned when paired up with a priest. She has also been thrown out of yoga in her past..needless to say, I liked her.
A bit of pool time before he headed in for dinner. Food is good..despite no salt. Amazing how much you use when u don't have it in your diet.
Capped the day off with my free massage...which has put me in a state of euphoria. Everything is going well, but I seem any signs for lobster. Will I be able to hold out?? If I am asking the question, we might be in trouble...

Cleansing in Vermont Day 1

So, here begins my week of a respite from the mad world into the beautiful mountains of Vermont. I am tucked into Killington, the skiing capital of New England. We arrived late this afternoon as the air temperature gradually dropped as we traveled north.
The Inn at Six Mountains is an older ski lodge, but just a bit weathered. Rooms are comfortable and spacious. We were given ample time to check in and unpack before we were given a quick tour of what we could expect in the coming week. Basically, we have 21 hikes within 20 minutes of where we are. The guides choose 3 or 4 each morning-all varying in difficulty. Needless to say, I'll be on the beginner hike. Dinner was Salad-greens, cucs, tomatoes, garbanzo beans, vinegarette; half piece of boneless chicken marsala, choice of mashed potatoes or sobo noodles with black bean sauce, green beans with almonds, and a peach cobbler topped with granola. So far, so good. Except, don't ask for butter, salt or ketchup. There is none.
Evening was a lecture by the founding owner Jimmy Le sage. 61 year old aging hippie (he admitted this), with a bit of a belly and lots of energy. His philosophy with his retreat..de-stress, walk, hike, eat healthy, and move your body. Not really sure I agree with some of his thoughts, but what the hell-i'm in the green mountains of Vermont. As he says, there are no ugly parts of Vermont.
Time to sleep, I'm cold (49 degrees) and I have a packed day of activities. Hope I am not in a coma tomorrow...

On a roll...

Boy, I seem to be on a roll in the "paying homage to relatives" department. How many people can say they love their relatives enough to spend a few minutes sharing the good stuff? Yeah, there's always some bad stuff, but they always say the good stuff has to outweigh the bad. So, let's continue the roll and chat about Nick's twin..Timothy. No one would ever suspect these two to be twins..no resemblance physically or in personalities. Tim is the laid back one..go with the flow..nothing rattles him. Unless he wakes up in the morning and his teen daughter has trashed his kitchen from a late night snack. He is the go-to guy for sports-he eats and breaths football. Because of this, he has a very special relationship with Maddie-he often calls just to chat with her about football and games.
He is generous to a fault..dogsits our lunatic dog (before he acquired a lunatic dog himself), offers airport rides and will pick you up with milk and bread for you when you return; and agrees to be a safe haven for the broken-all ages. He once housed an acquaintance from early restaurant days who was in need of a place to stay for a couple of weeks. She holed up in the basement, high on pain killers, never saw the light of day nor ate anything, occasionally asking for a ride to her property or to a bank. Talk about patience of a saint...what we love about him.
He's the tannest man I know..screw skin cancer...he is at the pool slathered in a lotion called sun amplifier. Wicked humor-thank god..he has 2 teen girls living with him. Culinary skills can't be matched. Mixes a mean drink. And loves blues music. My kind of guy.

dog days of summer

Now begins the long stretch of dog days of summer. My brother was kind enough to share the meaning of this quip..which has something to do with many hot days and dogs hating it. Well, who doesn't? This is fairly typical of Nick-giving us snippets of useless information, quoting B movies, and offering way too much information for facebook. I love my brother. He is the one you can count on to have a speech at Thanksgiving-usually something heartfelt and pithy. He will speak at all birthday parties-honoring the special guest with humor and emotion. He will also check obituaries and attend all funerals of anyone he crossed paths with in his lifetime, no matter how remote. There has been times where he showed up at a funeral and had the wrong person. Being the gracious individual he is, he would shake hands with the bereaved family and tell them how sorry he was for their loss. Thank god he didn't do a speech. Although that would be quite funny.
He is a master in human connections-always has friends in all parts of the world who own restaurants, businesses, services...even ran into someone on the streets of Sydney Australia from his childhood. That man has had more free meals, cocktails, concerts, and sporting events than anyone I know.
Yep, there are times when he drives you crazy, but loved just the same. Here is today's quote for facebook from Confuscious Nick:
Take a leap of Faith. The safe and easy path does not always yield the greatest satisfaction. Kung Fu Burns.

Kudos to my Nephew

Okay, so i did go off a bit about those dang kids not sending me a thank you for grad money. Since then, my nephew has given me a very nice written thank you note and a pic of him from his prom. And I understand a friend's son is working on his-might take him a while, but that okay. I take back my whinin...partially...still haven't heard from 2 others.
To change topics, perpetual issues at the library. I really do think the powers above me would love to shut the doors of this building because of the rental issues we see everyday. Ideally, we need to be in our own building and get out of here.
Friday afternoon was full of new and favorite patrons. Our regulars appeared. The complainer who never has her holds waiting for her because we lose them (amazing, I say to her, that you are the ONLY person this happens to). Sit down man, who wears the same outfit every day-bathing trunks, button up shirt tucked in the suit, tennis shoes. The woman who claims to belong to the Mensa group (which I highly doubt), and a new person. She needed to tell me that the summer reading list publication had a GLARING editing mistake and what am I going to do about it? After all, she was editor of not one, but TWO new york newspapers and this was simply unacceptable. Perhaps she could just make paper airplanes out of those publications. And the roof continues to leak. Despite no rain in 2 weeks.
Perhaps its time for a vacation

Pet Peeves

Today has begun as a frustration day. I arrived at the branch only to see more water than usual pouring through the ceiling.  Haven't seen a roofing company in a week. So you know how this goes...you are already irritated and then all of a sudden you are thinking about all the little things that bug the shit out of you. Like manners.  Do you really need to be talking on your cell phone at the information desk when you are asking me a reference question?  Is it all that important?
 I sent out or gave out over 200.00 dollars in graduation money to seniors-either friends or nieces or nephews.  I have YET to receive any acknowledgement.  Not even a text message with a thank you.  If I thought enough of you to acknowledge your accomplishment, you could at least thank me.
My local grocery store up the street-please stop shelving out of date products. Why do I have to check every date on every food item to know its still fresh? Maybe I need to take my business elsewhere.
Walmart. I don't even need to harp on them. They just irritate me.
How come I have to replace my cell phone every year because it stops working?  Doesn't matter what model..guess the more bells and whistles, the bigger chance of a failure.  And yes, you have a 1 year warranty on it. But you are given a replacement that is REFURBISHED.  That works for a couple of months.
And don't tell me the water pouring into my building is residual water from the repair 4 days ago.I am not stupid.
Okay, I am sounding too much like Andy Rooney.  Off to lunch. If I can find something to eat because I live with 2 teens and often the fridge is empty.  Have a nice day.

Fathers Day

Yep. I know..I am a day late and a dollar short.  I thought about dads yesterday, called my brothers to wish good wishes; acknowledged Alan's good deeds as dad and then thought about my dad.  It's been 22 years since he was gone and there still days where I would like to pick up the phone to tell him something.  He was a jovial soul with a sharp, quick wit that everyone remembers about him.  My brother reminded me of our late night arriving home.  I was about 12, Chris was 9, twins about 6 or 7.  We would cruise down the dark road towards home and just as the road dips, he would shut the lights off in the car-we would feel like we were flying. Terrifying and yet exhilerating.  I remember many visits to New Jersey where he was living, where we would spend great times in the city, eating in the bast places (Windows of the World was a favorite), hitting piano bars, and seeing Manhattan from a native's perspective. 
He was also quite a drinker.  Scotch was his drink of choice and he could put a major dent in a fifth in one evening. Which is fine, unless we were visiting my aunt on top of a mountain that required some skill when leaving her house. And throw in deer to had to the terror. 
He had a lust for life.  Didn't pay too much attention to the small stuff, which presented problems in relationships.  He was well liked by many and loved what he did...librarianship.  He was instrumental in my decision to move into the field. I think it was really those phenomenal library conferences in great locations-he would fly me to New orleans or San Fransisco where we would hit all the publisher's parties for free drinks and tasty morsels. When that was done, we saw the sights of the city.  Don't think he attended one meeting the whole time we were there..except to stick his head in and get a general feel in case he was asked.
His love of life was ultimately his demise.  I am glad he touched my life and many others.  Is it time for a drinky-po?

summer has arrived!

And with it, we continue to have swimming pools in the library.  SO glad the worker bees replaced the ceiling tiles, only to be saturated and removed forcefully by massive water. It hasn't deterred the public-we attract large crowds once schools shut down.   But hey, its summer mode!  No more sports practices, homework, lunches..
TO celebrate summer, the library is hosting a Top Chef Pasadena program in August, where kids will compete for the title of Top Chef.  We have illustrious judges-our local councilman, our local delegate, and the owner of ther bakery next door.  Sharpen your knives and hone your skills..this will be a battle.
Veggies are just coming in in large quantities. It's time to be vegetarian.  More poolside reading. More days in the hammock. Day trips to Smith Island. Maybe in the convertible.
My favorite memories are summer days in Bay Ridge-filled with bay swimming (all day), sailing on our little sunfish (how I got that boat to the beach singlehanded and out to almost the shipping lanes without being mowed over is beyond me), pool until dark-robbing pinball machines for change to pay for lunch; playing pogo stick until I felt like I was always bouncing days when I was finished; stealing watermelons late into the night (another whole story); water balloon battles; bonfires on the beach...
I am so grateful my kids live near the water and can appreciate the joy of summers crabbing and swimming. Maybe not stealing watermelons.

crabs and roof leaks

I had the opportunity to spend some time with my old and dear friend Alex this week.  They had a big crab feast at her ex-husband's place-an aging home where he conducts a seafood business out of in the summer months.  The house is no worse for the wear..bustling with a steady flow of people all evening. I imagine that is what happens all the time.  In any case, we sat down for a few crabs, burgers, sausage, raccoon salad, pasta salad, as well as a few other salads.  yes, that was not a misprint..apparently they were serving raccoon salad.  Not sure if they were pulling anyone's leg, but no one seemed to be eating it.  Okay, i took a taste.  it was an odd color..a very dark meat.  And it really did taste like chicken,  So, was it real or not? Saw no coon pelts laying around..I prefer to think it was chicken.
Monday morning arrived and I was greeted with a call to tell me we had a massive roof leak over the weekend in the library.  Nothing unusual-although this might the worst yet..we lost 250 books in water damage.  We took the proper procedures and called HDQ.  They contacted the owner, who thought it was an exageration and would come out right away to see the damage.  And lo and behold, he never showed up! Wonder if we were handing him a wad of cash if he would post...  Massive mess.  I suppose this is better than the roof almost collapsing a couple of winters ago. 
Is it the end of the day yet?

life's oddities

What a strange week its been.  Our illustrious sit down man has moved to his summer wardrobe-which consists of a short sleeve button down shirt, tucked into his bathing suit trunks and sneakers.  Same outfit everyday.  I attended a meeting yesterday and an attendee was wearing very nice black and white dress, big pearl necklace, and an apron.  Hmmm...June Cleaver look?
And how could we not know about Sarah Palin's latest screwup, where she reported that Paul Revere was ringing bells to warn the BRITISH that they were not gonna take our guns away...or something like that.  I couldn't even follow her logic.  Please lord, have her run for president..imagine the entertainment factor.  I also understand her supporters went on Wikipedia to reflect this chage in our history.  Fortunately, it has been 'padlocked'.
Also worth a mention...Congressman Weiner couldn't keep his weiner in his pants.  I really do wish these idiots would simply sleep with someone and not turn is into an Internet sensation.
And to round off the news this week, Republican Sharron Angle, who lost her race in Nevada, was on the Today show toting her new book "Right Angle".  Highlights included the fact that Obama was elected because he was black and just a pretty face and accused Harry Reid of stealing the election.  So, I am very impressed with what she thinks of the integrity of our American people, never mind the intelligence to vote simply on charisma.
Okay, advice to all of you-keep your private parts in your pants and focus on facts.  And those of you making fashion statements, please call Tim Gunn for advice.

peninsula living

Seems I am always destined to live on a peninsula.  I lived in a small community growing up in Annapolis called Bay Ridge-only one road in and one road out.  And here I am again..living off one of the longest dead end roads in the country (at least its rumored to be that).  In any case, we had a typical Friday afternoon in hell this past weekend, which also happened to be the eighth grade social night.  Apparently, a high school bus was involved in an accident with 2 cars, which resulted in towed all involved and an ambulance or two. So, now the only road in is closed.  No buses to the middle school.  Maddie sends me a text at 2 :40-just as school lets out.  No kids are going home-they are all in classrooms waiting on buses to arrive.  Traffic is grindlocked.  At 2:41, our electricity goes off.  A tranformer blew-just to add to the chaos. 
I get a text from maddie's teacher-please come pick her up if she is going to make her hair appointment. No one is allowed to leave unless they come into the office and sign them out.  office is chaos-parents in line picking up kids. Phone is ringing off the hook.  I gather Maddie, only to sit in traffic until things cleared up.  We make her hair appt, head home, still a huge back up because middle school kids are just getting home and the elementary kids have to picked up now. Run home, change, jump back in the car..now its backed up going out.  Seems something was going on at the local liquor store..perhaps a robbery.  And who is stupid enough to rob a store on a peninsula?
Okay, its time to start looking at a boat.  Much faster and a guaranteed alternative route. 

goodbye middle school...

Maddie is wrapping up her final year at Chesapeake Bay Middle School. it has been a mixed bag of highs and lows.  Certainly her academics have been outstanding.  Amazing how different your kids can be..don't think I have looked at a homework assignment in 3 years. Andrew required a bit more monitoring :-)  She had some great teachers..this year's language arts teacher was one of the best.  She hailed from New York, where writing was a big focus.  Good thing-we don't do much of that here.  And we had a few not so great.  A few who might want to retire.  No names to protect the guilty.
Tonight is the 8th grade social to send them on their way to high school.  Obviously I won't be attending as a chaperone, although Andrew had no issue with this.  Maddie is going all girl tonight, which is a bit of an adjustment for me.  She's always been the sports girl.  Never thought we would be painting toes and discussing makeup.  But is all good...and she would look beautiful in any fashion statement she decides to make. 
So yeah, they grow up.  And sometimes you wish you could have those days back when they were 5 years old, believing in Santa and look at you with complete admiration and awe. Then I remember child care issues, illnesses, and temper tantrums.  And I count my lucky blessings. Go forth and conquer Maddie!

grads for forth!

Today the local high school will be holding commencement for a number of kids I've seen grow up.  In the school's standard fashion, tradition will continue to hold true and they will be the only high school to hold the graduation ceremony AT the school.  it is supposed tobe outside, but again, will be moved indoors to the gymnasium...average temperature on a good day 78.  Put 1800 bodies in there and the temp is now 110.  Think maybe its time to let go of tradition and move it to a spacious air-conditioned hall.  Which unfortunately is out of county.  I find it amazing the county seat does NOT have a large enough hall to house graduation ceremonies for local high schools. But thats another issue.  When i graduated, it was held outdoors and the navy stadium.  I don't think they do that anymore.
In addition to my friend's kids walking on stage, I must also offer a congrats to my nephew Conor and my niece Abby.  Conor is headed to Frostburg and Abby is headed to AACC...I am very proud of them.  Just remember not to get arrested, keep your grades up,. and make your parents proud.  You have your whole life ahead of you.  Don't screw it up. 

summer reads part 1

I have to say, summer has kicked in with a vengeance this weekend.  And so, I think its time to share some of my favorite books to read under a beach umbrella.  Can't really say they are all light reading, but will grab you and keep your attention.  And so, without further adieu, here is a few:

Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson.  A great book for summer travelers. Bill takes us his journey along the Appalachian Trail as he attempts to walk the whole thing.  Never mind he has never hiked before, knows nothing about camping, and invites his overweight college friend along, who thinks a journey like this one should include little debbie cupcakes, snickers bars, spam, and perhaps a few 6 packs. Humor is sharp and witty.

Full Dark No Stars by Stephen King.  King is back with novellas.  This is a collection of 4, all involving the dregs of our society in some format.  King sometimes goes off into a netherworld, but this collection sticks with more reality-if you can count normal people doing heinous things.

Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.  I've heard so much about this young adult book I decided to listen to it as we traveled to NC.  So glad I did-story of the future where there are 12 districts run by the Capital.  Each year, the Capital holds a lottery and selects to children (ages 12-18) to participate in the Hunger games, where they fight to the death until one is left standing.  And while you are at it, read book 2 and 3.

Room by Emma Donoghue.  A woman is kidnaped and held captive in a room, 11 by 11 for 8 years.  And the story is told by the 5 year old, who knows no other world other than this room.  Never seen the sky, a tree, or met anyone else other than his mother and the kidnapper.  What a story. 

One Thousand White Women by Jim Fergus.  A great historical novel about the Brides for native Indians program introduced by the federal government in the 1800's as a trade for 1000 horses.  They brought women in from prisons and mental institutions for these men, one of which is this story of mary Dodd.  Charming and an easy read-it reads quickly.

More to come later....thats all my creative juices can handle right now...

chesapeake blues fest

Oh how fortunate we were this year!  Most years it has rained.  Often times torrential downpours.  And this is just not pleasant as u sit on the bay where it 10 degrees cooler.  But this year we lucked out. Sun peeked out but stayed dry and comfortable.  I finally got my act together and joined my brother and sister in law for some great blues on the chesapeake bay.  It's been a few years since I've attended, but looks like the crowds haven't changed.  Audience is made up of mostly white, er..older folks (ok, my age) who come to rock out and catch a buzz in the port a potty . Now thats changed..5 years ago, pot smoke hung in the air like a cloud.  We also decided the food is by far much better than what you might get at the Seafood Fest.  Highlight for me was Dena Fuchs.  Wow..where did she come from?  SOunded like a modern day Janis Joplin with lots of soul. Little Feat was there with two of the original members.  They played updated bluesy versions of favorites like Dixie Chicken. But as an aside, they looked old.

What I do love about blues is the fact that so many musicians continue to age and continue to rock out, even if it requires walkers, wheelchairs, or assistance getting out on stage.  I recently saw Bobbi "Blu" Bland and BB King perform together. They needed assistance getting out on the stage and chairs to sit on and perform. And I think combined age mighta been around 175. No matter...they sing with soul and heart-hard not to be moved by that. Or maybe I was just thinking it be the last time I'll see them alive. The blues live on however.

preakness day

Today is the 136th running of Preakness.  Second leg of the triple crown.  And I am having a flood of memories from my post college years.  I hace always had a fondness of horses as a youngster. My aunt had them periodically throughout her years and I would ride with not much style.  Actually, I can remember hanging on for year life sideways as I desperately pulled on the reins.  After that experience, I turned to the sport of horseracing.
I lived 3 blocks from Pimlico right after college with my room mate Bobbi.  We were the destination for Preakness every year. A pile of folks would arrive the night before, take up space on floors with little sleep, and start early for our trek to the racetrack.  I had managed to take ownership of a grocery cart a few years back and it remained parked on my porch until needed.  In went beer, blankets, whiskey, food, beer..well you get the idea.  We would roll in into the gates, park it on the infield and set up camp.  We were travelling light-most folks brought in scaffolding, couches, kegs, televisions-it looked like someone's living room. Spirits were high, betting was optional, black eyed susans were not. By the time the Preakness race was run, it was pretty over for most.  I would take a quick glance around the field. It was littered with horizonal bodies in various drunken positions, completely oblivious to the screams from the stands. I don't think I ever actually saw a preakness race..well, maybe one or two.
One year, my roommate and I decided to make it to the triple crown.  We successfully made a trip to the Derby-a group of 5 women and Arnout, who was dating Barbara.  He had been in the U.S. for 3 weeks (he is Dutch) before he bravely climbed into the yellow buick  and headed south to the blue hills of Kentucky.  I called from Louisville to tell work I sprained my ankle and wouldn't be in.  The highlights of that trip were having all of our kentucky bourbon taken at the gate, a meaningless affair with a southern boy, and I saw no horses.  Lots of topless women, but no horses. And we never made it to Belmont.  And Arnout lived through his initiation of American traditions.
My infield days are over.  I am much happier watching from my living room, with a martini.  I am happy to see the traditions live on with the younger set.   Sure would be nice to see a triple crown winner this year.

my very best friend

In addition to the great atmosphere of NC, my best friend from high school was able to spend the vacation with us.  I have such a long history together which I am so grateful for.  She is spontaneous, funny, positive, spiritual, stubborn, silly. creative...Fortunately, she lives 2 hours from Andrew's school, so we see each other often.  I have spent some great times with her and her husband Fred (who was killed in a motorcycle accident last year) in her hometown, trolling the streets in their conversion van.  My favorite memory was a Fred day-we would wake up with intentions to head out early, find lunch items for a picnic, take the boat out on the lake, swim, talk, laugh, drink, and simply go with the flow. Fred is alot like Marcia-they go where the wind takes them. What really happens is we wouldn't get out until noon. Then Fred would need to stop at their business to do paperwork. But to avoid boredom, he would put a movie on his big screen for all of us to enjoy. Now its 2 PM. We head to the lake and head out on the boat, as Marc does yoga on the bow (normal-nothing to be concerned about).  We swim , eat pretzels, head back to the lake house.  Now its 8 PM..nothing to eat all day.  We are starving and I (and my good friend who came along) need to be on the road the next day at 6.  Fred wants to go to Cracker barrel.  But not before he finishes his lengthy libertarian conversation on the docked boat as we wait patiently (well, maybe not patiently).
Finally around 9 30 PM, we pile into the conversion van and head to nourishment. But wait-not just yet.  He wants to give us a tour of his hometown. Fred, i say. It is pitch black out...what will we see? No matter..we are touring Norris TN.  Back in the van...arrive at Cracker Barrel at 10 30.  Eat. Talk. Talk. Order dessert of course.  Arrive home at 12 30. It was a typical day with Marcia and Fred. There might be some frustration about the lack of attention to time contraints, but at the same time, such a relief to not worry about time.
Marcia continues her free spirit ways with an ache in her heart. She is slowly healing from losing Fred and trying to move ahead with life.  She has stayed consistent with her art, raising her daughter, and depending on her spiritual nature.  We still laugh, share secrets, and do all the things one can do with a very best friend.

literature in NC

In order to maintain my sanity while driving 525 miles to western NC, I always take along a book on CD.  I have to say, it is a lifesaver.  TIme seems to to fly by, until I get to about 6 hours in the car and then it starts to wear on you.  This trips selection was Snowflower and the Secret Fan. Ever wanted detailed information about foot binding?  Read the book.  There were moments of cringing while listening to this and it seems so much more real when someone in reading it to you.  However, what a fascinating story of China in the 19th century.  I highly recommend.
We rounded out our literature adventure with a trip to Flat Rock NC.  THis is where the home of Carl Sandburg is.  And you thought he always lived in Chicago. Apparently, he moved there in the 40's and remained there until he died in 1967 (can you tell we took a tour?). House remains untouched from the 60's-his wife moved after he died and left everything behind and donated it to the national park service.  Beautiful home on top of a tall hill overlooking the mountains. I now know more about Sandburg than I ever knew before.
My last tidbit of lit has to do with the book "Hunger Games" (another book on CD on a previous trip).  They are making a movie out of it-which in itself is a wonderful thing.  They are filming in western North Carolina-in and around Asheville.  And to add a more personal touch, they have uprooted a dying tree from Andrew's college campus to be used in the film.  Pretty cool.
Next installment..Hendersonville.  I know, you can't wait.

asheville nc

I had my creative juices flowing yesterday and the blog was not up and running. So I hope those few brain cells have kicked in this morning.
I am visiting one of my favorite places on the east coast-Asheville. It is a slice of Haight-Asbury in the bible belt.  The town is filled with street musicans, art galleries, and healing centers.  Restaurants consist of phenomenal vegan spots, contemporary southern cuisine, and martini bars.  I love the vibe here.  It is dog friendly.  Bumper stickers on cars consist of "Humankind Be Both." , "Bark Less, Wag More" and :Coexist".  Tie dye T-Shirts are standard dress code, with a bit of funk thrown in.  It was one of the few counties in North Carolina to support Obama's campaign.
Then there's the scenery. It is nestled in the Great Smokie mountains.Beautiful mountain surround you, lakes, and farm land.  Yes, I can see why this attracts so many people.  They have a population here called halfbacks..those folks who reture to Florida and move halfway back to Asheville.   The downside-its getting pricey to live here now that its catching fire.
Off to massage and yoga... 

recent library sighting

It is a quiet afternoon here until a few moments ago.  A short, slight woman with a large black rimmed hat, black dress, white blonde hair thats been beaded like Bo Derek, stumbled into (literally) the library asking for directions to a cemetery to attended a funeral.  She handed me a piece of paper with an address scratched on it, promptly sheds tears for 3 seconds, then composed herself.  She was slurring her words, not walking very well, and seemed a bit distraught.  So, is she under the influence or simply suffering from some some of physical ailment?
I looked the directions up for her. She was told the cemetery was in Glen Burnie and the service was over 30 minutes ago. She was from Bel Air. It is actually in Elkridge at the OTHER END of Route 100. I give her typed directions. She writes them in a shaky hand.  Why she wrote them is beyond me. I watched her climb into her Mercedes after shedding a few more years, noisily blowing her nose, and stumbling out the door-directions in her purse. And she goes the wrong direction out of the parking lot.
Fortunately, it's a dead end road -eventually.  She'll be back.  Or she'll end up in Peoria.

joys of motherhood

I am getting ready to head south to pick up my oldest from college after completing his 2nd year in college. Kudos to him for hanging in there and realizing what he has to do to see his future..and not piss off his parents.  He has had a few bumps, no major ones.  Roommate issues.  Lost his glasses, but duct taped and tied a bandanna around his old ones to get him thru the rest of the year.  Lost his black printer cartridge, but printed in purple. Lost his debit card, but has no money, so moot point. If he has learned anything in these 2 years of living on his own, its problem solving in creative ways.  I often think there is a good number of kids out there without these skills, simply because they are bailed out by their parents. At some point there needs to be a sink or swim mentality, as hard as that might be as a mother.
Regardless, I am not ready to not have him home. I love his company, his sense of humor, and his insightful quips. And having another driver.  His sister misses Taco Bell at midnight and a marathon of RugRats with her big brother. We do hope he is working a real job this summer, socking away money for real life expenses, not just a beer run.  All part of the sink or swim philosophy. I think he will go far, as long as he gets a handle on those little bumps that can be avoided.

weekend of maryland tradition

Ah..what a great spring weekend!  Air is filled with pollen, lawns are lush, flowers are blooming..and to top the weekend off, it's Mother's Day.  I spent the weekend seeped in Maryland tradition.  Friday evening, we headed to the Oriole game with my extended family.  My nephew was singing with his choir and we were there to support him and our bedraggled baseball team.  We managed to finagle awesome seats right behind homeplate (thanks to a lack of attendance) and hung in there to the bitter end, only to see them lose, again.  The stadium is spruced up-and the food is better.  Maybe not lesser expensive.  My brother paid 6.25 for a hog dog. And crab cakes were 12.00. No kidding.
Saturday, we attended a bull and oyster (or in this case, shrimp), which might really be an Anne Arundel county tradition.  You gorge on shrimp,pit beef, ham, turkey, and sides..most of which are canned or instant.  Skip that-stick with the bull and shrimp.  All you can drink beer, wine and soda, money wheel..that's about it.  Oh, and music..which is this case was a couple, looking haggard and tired, who got very nervous if you asked for some current dance music.  Their stock answer was to give them a title because they did not know the current music.  Really? Bull roasts seem common only to this area.   How lucky can one be?
Off to buy a snowcone.  That's another whole story.

library cynicism

I think my cynic self has returned in full force.  Which usually means I need a vacation.  I attended a library conference this week-an all day workshop on well, it really doesn't matter.  Point was I attended simply to gain some continuing education credits.  So, I drove my ass to Ocean City, had a lovely evening with a good friend,and arrived the next morning, trying to prepare for the all day marathon. There probably wasn't enough caffeine to get me through that day.  A full eight hours, 2 short breaks, lunch, which should be an hour-closer to about 40 minutes (consisted of dried up turkey sandwich, chips, and a candy bar-very healthy). The program was an 8 hour power point, 2 exercises in a group-which is never successful cause no one wants to step up to the plate, and...I think that might be it.  Room was frigid-outside temp-50 degrees with cold rain, inside 60 degrees.  And there was some bozo in the room next to us conducting a program about bringing books to life by screaming and singing into a head microphone and strumming a loud guitar.  What book might that be? Flowers for Algernon?
Finally, after a marathon afternoon of 4 hours listening to ONE speaker talk about ONE library, I gave up the ghost and decided to leave.  I asked for my ContinuingEdU form, which they had, but they won't give to you until the announcement has been made that the program is over.And you give them your first born.  Thank god for my colleague, who offered to pick it up for me.
Let me end on a positive note..I was walking through the halls of the conference trying to keep myself awake.  There was a group meeting there as well-the Eastern Star.  What the hell is that anyway? I only know they all dress in white, men are in blue bow ties and white suits and thay are all over the age of 70. I might be kind here.  Anyway, an elderly gentleman was perched in the hall, people watching and said to no one in particular "Wow, these librarians sure are prettier than the ones from my day!" Hats off to you kind sir.