Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
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What does a library do with the fines from overdue books? Is it a significant-enough amount to buy the library something like a new computer? Or do all those dimes just buy the volunteers some donuts at the end of the year? Just curious....
Ah, Bess! You'll enjoy Hamish. I like him better than Agatha. (Raisin, that is, not Christie!) I just burst out laughing, because I was sitting here thinking about how I want to chase dog hair later, then clicked on your blog - I guess I shouldn't be surprised by now that we have the same weird urge to celebrate by vacuuming! Merry Christmas! Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Thursday, December 21, 2006 Oooo Catherine. We have almost the same weather promise. Why does 3 days snuggled in the den with yarn and movies in p.j.’s sound so deliciously fun? Heck - even vacuuming up the dog hair sounds fun to me, for some strange holiday reason. One more day at “work” before our vacation days kick in. The schools closed yesterday at noon and by the time I left at 5 o’clock, hardly anybody had been in the library for 4 hours. I expect today will be as easy as yesterday only more so. Our only lure people to come in next week will be the fine free bit - since we’re letting delinquents bring back late books (or call in and renew) unpunished through January 8. I could start putting together the 2007-8 Budget or begin planning our Summer Reading Club or maybe redesigning the library web page or even get the board packet ready for the January meeting. I could, but I’ll probably just fritter the time away instead. And with still no tree and a dining room table covered with envelopes and wrapping paper and only one package a night getting wrapped and half a Christmas sock to knit still, I’m feeling simply giddy with that OnHolidayMood. We watched Love Actually last night - a movie I’ve seen perhaps 20 times - at least the parts I like - the Colin Firth section and the Emma Thompson/Allen Rickman episodes, and the part where Hugh Grant offers to have Natalie’s ex boyfriend murdered. And that deleted scene when Liam Neeson clicks on Claudia Schiffer Naked Naked Naked and all the porn pop-ups flood his computer just as his father in law walks in. Lawsee, I giggled for 20 minutes over that - little sniggers that felt like hick-ups. Of course, BD, who is even sugarier than I, didn’t like it because it didn’t have enough of a Christmas theme, and that just made me love him even more. He prefers Miracle on 34th St, which I find particularly cute (his prefrences, not the movie). At Christmas, we both melt syrup all over the place. So, today I will pretend to work, but mostly take up space in the office and maybe get paid for reading books and hand out the last of the gifts to volunteers and chat with staff and show the really great Christmas books that are still on the shelves to idling innocents who are bringing back grossly overdue library materials. I may even take knitting to work! And tomorrow I begin the indulgences, with a haircut at 8, a manicure and pedicure at 9, gym visit at 11, grocery shopping after that and really, that’s about it. I may not be 9 years old, but I am as happy and light hearted as if I were. In fact, far more lighthearted than I was when I was 9 - because I don’t have to worry if I’ve been good enough this year. And neither do you. Merry Christmas. posted by Bess | 7:33 AM |
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