Reference Desk

Everyone should have to sit at the reference desk from time to time. Especially in an academic library. People hurriedly scurrying around, tracking down information, while you sit in the middle of it all, soaking up all that accumulated knowledge that’s floating around you. Public libraries are fun, too, of course–but there’s a lot more public in them, and let’s face it, there are times when that’s not such a good thing. 🙂

It’s started to snow here again. The weather people are currently fighting about how much snow we’ll actually get. The Weather Channel likes to say 7-12, but what do they know? The local station’s saying 10-16. The National Weather Service is somewhere in between. But you know what? No matter which way you slice it, I’m still going to be shoveling tomorrow, so does it really matter? We’ve gotten a lot of snow. Define a lot? Okay. How about there’s already a good two feet of thick, dense snow on my lawn. Not where I’ve shoveled it into mounds–there it’s more 3-4 feet, five in places. No, I’m talking about measuring right out where it’s not drifting. And this isn’t the light, fluffy stuff. This is the cold, bitter, not-going-to-melt-unless-you-torch me snow. The kind with sand around the edges and a tang of salt through and through. Gray, depressed snow. Add another foot on top of it (with more scheduled for the weekend), and you get an idea of what I mean about a lot of snow. So unless you live in the Tundra, Alaska, or Santa’s Workshop, none of you should be complaining about snow.

Baby girl is sleeping about 5.5 hours a night now, and doing super. She went to the doctor yesterday and is already up to 8 lbs. 5 oz. Many thanks to all of you who have been so generous with gifts and the like. Thanks to you, she has enough clothes that we’ve started using clothes in the wood stove instead of wood. Well, not really. Just ordered another 2 cord of wood today. Next year, I’m sure as heckfire not leaving the wood outside during the winter. I’ll stack it in the spring and let it season, and then come October or so, it’s going in my garage. Digging it out of the snow is about as much fun as shining a laser pointer in my eye.