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mlerulesWow. Yup. Amongst today's finds: a small jar of ash from when Mt St Helen's blew. My mom 'n' that step-dad were visiting his relatives up here in OR then so they headed North a ways and collected it in real time.
Going through boxes I haven't ventured into in over a decade. Remembering why I've toyed w/the idea of becoming a children's librarian on 'n' off for years (since even before I took a LS graduate class in Reading Interests of Children at UCLA way back when). I've always read, even more so before than now. Growing up I didn't have a lot of friends at various times in my life...we moved around a lot...my first life motto of Nothing Lasts Forever grew out of this...always moving...never staying still for long...books stayed, the characters stayed, even if'n they changed w/in the universe of the books, they were always there doing what I expected 'em too when I'd re-read the books. I always got books as gifts (b-day & x-mas)...and when I got money as gifts, I'd take it to the bookstore and buy myself books. Hell, one of the reasons for getting the dang-blasted elementary school teaching credential was prolly so I'd have a use and place for all my kids books (e.g., classroom library). Well, I don't see that happening now. And since I don't have kids of my own, well...well, I still have the books. They're like good friends. They were always there for me when nobody/nothing else was.
Here're a couple of delightful ones: Goops and How to Be Them: A Manual of Manners for Polite Infants Inculcating Many Juvenile Virtues Both by Precept and Example AND More Goops and How Not to Be Them: A Manual for Impolite Infants Depicting the Characteristics of Many Naughty and Thoughtless Children. The illustrations & poems still amuse to this day.
Oh, yes, here's my The Twelve Days of Christmas. It's 10 pipers piping. *click* Several days ago, whilst driving 'round w/LJ-less L from PHX, we'd gone out to check out a contemporary casa in Mt Tabor a tad before sunset. As I exited the car to snag the property pullsheet, I heard pipes. So we took off up the hill, watching the sun set behind the hills above downtown as the music got louder and louder, 'til finally we spotted the six (6) bagpipers standing in a circle, playing away like mad near the cinder-cone amphitheater in the park. Magical and glorious.
This evening I'm bouncing 'tween watching The Matrix and hauling boxes up to the attic and/or down to the basement. The #s're shrinking. Some of the heavier book boxes'll stay right here in the living 'til I get bookshelves (Th) and build 'em (shortly thereafter). Floor space's appearing before my very eyes...this pleases me greatly.
O'morrow night: Karaoke from Hell @ Dante's. Yes, you sing while a live band accompanies you. Rock On!
Going through boxes I haven't ventured into in over a decade. Remembering why I've toyed w/the idea of becoming a children's librarian on 'n' off for years (since even before I took a LS graduate class in Reading Interests of Children at UCLA way back when). I've always read, even more so before than now. Growing up I didn't have a lot of friends at various times in my life...we moved around a lot...my first life motto of Nothing Lasts Forever grew out of this...always moving...never staying still for long...books stayed, the characters stayed, even if'n they changed w/in the universe of the books, they were always there doing what I expected 'em too when I'd re-read the books. I always got books as gifts (b-day & x-mas)...and when I got money as gifts, I'd take it to the bookstore and buy myself books. Hell, one of the reasons for getting the dang-blasted elementary school teaching credential was prolly so I'd have a use and place for all my kids books (e.g., classroom library). Well, I don't see that happening now. And since I don't have kids of my own, well...well, I still have the books. They're like good friends. They were always there for me when nobody/nothing else was.
Here're a couple of delightful ones: Goops and How to Be Them: A Manual of Manners for Polite Infants Inculcating Many Juvenile Virtues Both by Precept and Example AND More Goops and How Not to Be Them: A Manual for Impolite Infants Depicting the Characteristics of Many Naughty and Thoughtless Children. The illustrations & poems still amuse to this day.
Oh, yes, here's my The Twelve Days of Christmas. It's 10 pipers piping. *click* Several days ago, whilst driving 'round w/LJ-less L from PHX, we'd gone out to check out a contemporary casa in Mt Tabor a tad before sunset. As I exited the car to snag the property pullsheet, I heard pipes. So we took off up the hill, watching the sun set behind the hills above downtown as the music got louder and louder, 'til finally we spotted the six (6) bagpipers standing in a circle, playing away like mad near the cinder-cone amphitheater in the park. Magical and glorious.
This evening I'm bouncing 'tween watching The Matrix and hauling boxes up to the attic and/or down to the basement. The #s're shrinking. Some of the heavier book boxes'll stay right here in the living 'til I get bookshelves (Th) and build 'em (shortly thereafter). Floor space's appearing before my very eyes...this pleases me greatly.
O'morrow night: Karaoke from Hell @ Dante's. Yes, you sing while a live band accompanies you. Rock On!
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