So, the girl and I will be taking two weeks in September. We are going on a homeland tour. Connecticut and Massachusetts so I can show her all the places of my childhood and young adulthood.
I have mapped out a route for our trip and it is fiftteen hours in the car. When you think about it that is really only 1.07 hours per day, not too bad. We are going to be doing some camping and so far I just have one place to camp. I would like to spend two thirds of our time camping but we will see.
We will be visiting lovely Simsbury, Ct., Worcester, Ma., Boston, Ma., Provincetown, maybe Maine, maybe Nantucket or Martha's Vineyard.
I recieved my first fan mail for the AskALibrarian blog today. Two, I got two fan mails. I could not believe it. They were both very nice. I guess I should brace myself for hate mail eventually. I just hope it is not hate mail from my boss or my bosses boss telling me to shut the h3ll up about what happens in their library. I am just being paranoid, I know.
Many thanks to Kate and Lisa Lisa for taking the time.
"Dear Classmates.com,
....Classmates.com, are you drunk? Or are you just learning English? Because I don’t see one other good excuse for this kind of idiocy. "
I have had this thought floating around in my brain for a few days now and I do not know if it has any merit or if other more interesting and literate people have already written about the same topic. I am going to lay it on you anyway.
All of this corporate housecleaning (or demolition in some cases) has come directly on the heals of September 11th. The long view shows a strike at the heart of corporate Amverica immediately followed by all these companies tumbling like houses of cards.
Sure, logically I can see it was all going to come down anyway. But it feels like the two things are related.
I have been in some kind of warped world for the last month. Everything has gone to sh!t all around me. Work has been fine. But everything else I have either let slide, igored or purposely avoided. I am coming back to myself kind of slowly. When the sun went out of Cancer, I thought that was going to do the trick. I guess the real problem was the sun in Cancer followed by two weeks of PMS. It has been six weeks of inner hell. Luckily for me the worst things that have happened can be fixed with a little work.
I can see clearly again and I know everything will be OK because I paid bills this morning with out any emotional attachment (AKA having a meltdown). I do not know how to explain my whereabouts to those I have blown off to one degree or another. Oh well, actions speak louder than some lame excuse.