Nights like this I feel the seasonal cusp, this feels like
true Spring being brought in by winds that rise and plummet as furious as a
tango crescendo.
Shall I read, shall I ponder, shall I set out on a wander
and watch the leaves of the Kurrajong trees whirl?
I know it’s been too long
since I’ve been here Sailor Girl.
The only problem with
having ever had a regular blog presence is the guilt when I don’t write here,
but just as 'Emily’s Posts' did many years ago in the first foray into ‘Web 2.0’,
Sailor Lily had an identity crisis. Honestly it just felt like between here and
my adolescent diaries and the two other regular forums I write to I had nothing
to say.
So simply to reset, restart and begin, I’ll begin most
simply. Today I was a Librarian and it was the perfect time to remember the
simple calling of that profession I love. A bit too much time lately has been
spent doing useless ‘fattened up’ administration that seems to serve nothing
but the beast that has its head firmly planted up its own rectum…
So today I worked at the little library, the one where
people almost drift inside then say ‘ooh,
I think that’s my book on the reservation shelf there’, or ‘dear can you help
me with this photocopy?’ or they meet the other Mother whose bub just had that
awful screaming six-week immunization at the Maternal and Child Health Centre and they open either the thermos or the cardigan and feed milk to the bub and
natter to the Mum who for the next twenty-minutes is the only one in the world
who understands….
An old man I recall from about fifteen years ago came in and
wanted help with information on how to donate his organs: ‘I’M A NUNCE ON THE
COMPUTER LUV’ so I began to help and find him pages to print. ‘MY LIVERS GOOD
AND MY HEART AND I GOT TWENNY-TWENNY DON’T WANNA WASTE YUR TIME’ and I kind of
signed and yelled that time at this little library was like Tardis-time, sticky-taffy
time i.e. that ‘ I’VE GOT NOTHING ELSE TO DO!!’.
So we signed and yelled and somehow found what he wanted, and
he left with the parting joke ‘NOT DONATING THESE EAR-DRUMS THO!’ at which I
hooted with glee. Ten minutes later he
was back with a Mars Bar jubilantly extended ‘FOR HELPING ME OUT!!!’.
Yeah I’m trying to diet but sheesh, working til 2pm without
lunch gets hard. Not as hard as that
Mars Bar though, which I reckon was left over from his Grand-Sons fourth birthday
party back when ‘Wham’ was topping the charts…
Be seeing you.
