Thursday, December 28, 2017

Scenic Rail Tour


Something very big has happened...


We received the issue of Rosebud Magazine that features the 2017 Dylan Thomas American Poet winner.

And that winner is yours truly.

It's really a great issue.  And I'm not just saying that because my poem, Scenic Rail Tour, is in there. This issue is simply packed with awesomeness. Awesomeness that includes some very special artwork.

Including what is now my new favorite back cover:



Wednesday, December 27, 2017

ok library holds, your message is loud and clear


Yesterday I had three holds to pick up at the library.  

I think they were trying to tell me to get the heck out of Kansas and go some place warm. 


Tuesday, December 26, 2017

a very lovely happy holiday


I just had a fantastic three days off and lovely holiday with family.  

Robert's sister, Jennifer, visited us for a couple days, and as always, we had a blast with her.  

Jennifer took this picture of Rose and Ella hanging out with her dog, Gaston.  



Rachel and Gaston did some bonding as well.


And of course there were gifts.  Jennifer gave the best gifts this year.

Most importantly, a homemade pom pom wreath I am insanely infatuated with.


She also made infused oils and extracts, a festive string of dried oranges, and a charming basket made out of plastic bags.  


Even though I decided against any embroidery gifts for this holiday because of the new gig, I decided to stitch names on stockings for everyone.  They turned out better than I expected.  And more importantly, Robert's grandma, Carolyne, complimented them.


Yesterday I FaceTimed with my family who lives in Tucson and then we bombarded my dad with a phone call.  So many voices and faces I love. Robert's mom and grandma spent most of the day with us and it was really relaxed and fun.

It was quite possibly a little too relaxed.  

Saturday, December 23, 2017

the importance of extra penguins


My first week as a children's librarian went very well.  It looks like I will have opportunities to use my art/crafty skills and help decorate our youth area.  This is something I didn't realize until my snow persons bulletin on the first day.  That's when it dawned on me of course there are opportunities to craft/make/build things in the children's area. That was definitely a great eureka moment.

When I was a clerk I enjoyed helping patrons, and sometimes I even loved it.  After working on the youth side for a few days, I can honestly say that I love most interactions, even when a snarky six-year-old rolls his eyes at my recommendations.

Besides content, I feel like there are other differences between adult readers advisory (RA for short) and kids RA.  The big difference is that adults generally have more patience, and if you are willing to have a conversation with them, they sometimes have even more patience while you help them find materials.  Children, however, really have no patience.  This is slightly terrifying because you have to know a lot of stuff off the top of your head, readalikes for example.  But I've found that if I meander through the stacks with them, they remain engaged while I'm chatting with them for more clues, and I can also spot stuff rather than think of it out of thin air.  If the interaction is successful, we both walk away from the stacks gaining something, a heap of books for the child, and a bit more RA knowledge for me.

I had a handful of interactions where a child asked for something vague - trucks for example.  After a few questions, it was usually discovered they meant something entirely different.  I also discovered that sweet old dog books do not equal puppy books.  My favorite interaction was with a little girl who wanted "nature" books.  "Nature" books really meant "books about cats," and though Dewey the library cat was acceptable, what she really wanted were books about "outdoor cats."  We then moved on to "rocks" and  somehow discovered that koalas were acceptable too.

This week I also helped kids find lots of movies and cherished favorites like Dr. Seuss and Ramona.  *Sigh* I love Beverly Cleary.  It always makes me so happy when kids love stuff I read when I was younger.  All the way on the other end of the age spectrum, I helped a college student get set up with Rosetta Stone. Another teenager pointed at my lanyard, which has both my name and the book I'm reading, and asked me if I liked my current book. I raved about it for a few seconds before she interrupted, "I just got my dad that book for Christmas because he's a writer!"  
I smiled at her enthusiasm and told her he was going to love it because it's perfect for a writer (it's called Light the Dark). She beamed, did a little dance, and scurried off to find her younger siblings.

Right now I am watching a brother and sister play "brother and sister" with the penguins from our velcro wall.  When my manager left for vacation, she showed me where to find extra penguins and velcro and I couldn't figure out why.  Shortly after that, a small boy grabbed a penguin off the wall and tore off through the library with it.  During my next free moment, I searched everywhere for it.  I never saw that penguin again.  Now I understand the importance of extra penguins.

I love the moment when the children's area is filled with laughter and noise and I'm getting peppered with questions left and right. But I also love the moment when it quiets down.  I'll finish helping someone and realize it is suddenly quiet.  I then walk through every section, straighten anything that needs to be tidied, and replenish the faceouts. I've affectionately started thinking of this as "the sweep."  I was pondering these two radically different moments earlier and realized it was a nice balance, and really quite ideal. Toss in a few crafty projects and I'm really quite pleased with this gig.

I spent a bit of time working on storytimes this week and have figured out the first two books I'm going to read.  Next week I develop my storytime slide show! 

Friday, December 22, 2017

need a gift for a newborn? how about a car?


My manager has been doing a great job introducing me to the kiddos who are regulars at my new library.  I have a lot of names to learn!

Today, after one of these introductions, the little girl blurted, "I have a new baby!"

My manager replied, "Oh you have a new sister."

"Yea," the girl shouted.  "We bought her a car!"

I held back my giggles while grandma explained that they needed a car with more room once sister was born.

This is only the beginning of the awesome and forthright conversations I will have now that I'm on the youth side!  

Thursday, December 21, 2017

two eyes made out of googly coal



My first day in youth services was a blur of cotton balls and glue.  My manager asked me to create a snowman persons display that encourages kids to count the number of cotton balls comprising each snow person.  I was thrilled but also a little overwhelmed.  My first bulletin board!  My first time gathering materials from the many cabinets bursting with crafty things!  My first time using a hot glue gun since girl scouts in 4th grade!

As I was nearing the end of this experience, my manager encouraged me to give the snow persons names.  How does one name the four snow persons in her first bulletin board creation?  I immediately thought of my brothers, and also Rachel, who goes by Alex at school.



The bulletin board turned out pretty darn cute for my first try.

Saturday, December 16, 2017

this is really just a rambling update so you all know I'm still alive


My first week of training is over and I am... exhausted.

I am also super psyched.  I have discovered there is a room full of puppets that I can check out and use for my storytime.  I have visited all the libraries in my library system, including two that are in the process of being built.  Two of the libraries I visited let us up on their roofs (the finished ones that is), and I learned a lot of fascinating history about each one.  One of the branches is even shaped like an open book.  Also during my training I went to one of our board meetings, which is something I've always been curious about but never made time for.

This weekend I am going to see The Nutcracker with Rachel and Robert, and Robert and I are making 80 mini loaves of banana bread for my coworkers... from all three branches (the two I just left and my new one).  The banana smell in our house this past week has grown increasingly stronger.  It's not too crazy if I stay in the house for awhile, but if I leave and come back, the smell almost knocks me out.  Our house may smell like bananas forever.

The Nutcracker is something I've wanted to see pretty much my whole life.  When Robert and Rachel said they'd go with me, I bought our tickets for my birthday present to myself (my birthday is early in December).  I've never seen a ballet, which is something I'm eager to see, and I've also been madly in love with the music from The Nutcracker for many years.  

I am exhausted yet humming with excitement.  I have a three day weekend next week and I am probably going to nap the whole way through it. But this is definitely one of the best holiday seasons I've had - new gig, surrounded by lots of people I love and am so grateful for, my first Nutcracker, and the promise of a very exciting new year. 

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

the best coworkers ever


Saturday was my last day at the library where I've worked for the past three years.  It was an eerily uneventful day.  Like most days, I was the first one in the building, and the softly humming stacks and darkness gave me the quiet to say goodbye. Though I said a handful of goodbyes to coworkers and patrons, they were more like see ya laters since I'm only moving down the road a few miles.  

Everyone wrote sweet and mostly true things on the white board (let's see if you can find the two inaccurate statements) and I received a handful of lovely cards and many well wishes.



In November, Caitlin (who is my favorite coworker), and I planned to wear the same dress on the same day.  Over the years, we wore our leopard print dresses, but never on the same day.  We made it happen just in time.  She gave birth to a beautiful baby just a few days after the day we wore our dresses.  



My new library adventures have already began.  I started training yesterday and will be in training for the next two weeks.  So I'm giving you fair warning - any blogging during the next couple weeks may be a bit wacky and/or unintelligible.   

Friday, December 1, 2017

November Favorites


November's reads were splendid and incredibly varied.  I spent the entire month reading Mary Oliver's latest collection, Devotions, and thoroughly enjoyed it.  I also read the first two books of the Paris Time Capsule series and am going nuts patiently waiting for the final book to arrive via interlibrary loan.  I loved the first book, Paris Time Capsule, and enjoyed the second book, The House by the Lake.

And as always, I read a handful of delightful children's books, and even discovered something very exciting!  I was pulling holds one morning with one of my favorite librarians (send item!) and I scoffed at the title of one, Plankton is Pushy.  My coworker admonished me, took the book from me, and began reading it aloud (she is a children's librarian).  As she read the book to me, my shame consumed me.  I vowed never to make fun of a silly looking plankton again.  Later, I took the book home and I read it aloud. After reading it aloud a few times, I did something very exciting!  I created a Storytimes list on Goodreads.  Plankton is Pushy is the first book to go on the list.  It just goes to show that you really can't judge a book by a cover.  It also shows just how much impact a single plankton can have on one human being.  

Here are my favorite November books.  Enjoy!

That New Animal by Emily Jenkins and illustrated by Pierre Pratt

I really think Jenkins may be part dog because of how accurately she portrays the dogs' confusion about the new baby. The dogs' reaction to grandpa is priceless and adorable. And I can't forget the moment where the dogs think about eating the baby. I thought it was pretty funny, and I definitely think kids will get a kick out of that.


Love, Santa by Martha Brockenbrough and illustrated by Lee White


The illustrations were decent and the ending very gooey sweet. But the overall message about the spirit of Santa Claus and the correspondence between Lucy and Santa, complete with adorable envelopes with letters that can be pulled out, made me so very happy. I loved pulling out the letter and putting it back in the envelope. I think any book that encourages a child to write letters and "mail them" is a gem to be treasured. My only wish is that the mom's letter at the end could have been condensed and accordion folded in an envelope for consistency and one more envelope to open. But overall, I loved this book, and currently it's my favorite holiday book of the year.

Plankton is Pushy by Jonathan Fenske



Whether you relate to Plankton or Mussel or both, you will find your voice in this book. Plankton is a little loud and unabashedly friendly. Mussel doesn't have anything to say (or perhaps doesn't speak English, which Plankton does). But I think it's pretty obvious that Mussel warms up to Plankton in the end.

Devotions by Mary Oliver



This is a superb collection of Mary Oliver's poetry. I believe there's a poem for every person in this volume. Interestingly enough, in the collections I like least (Thirst and Felicity for example) I thought the chosen poems were strong and really resonated with me. I plan on reading those collections again thanks to this book. But on the flip side, my favorite books by Mary Oliver (Owls and Other Fantasies and Blue Iris for example) were represented by my least favorite poems. I still found an abundance of magic and beauty in this collection, a staggering amount really, and I feel most pleasantly satiated and inspired after savoring each and every page.

My favorite moments:

From The World I Live In - "only if there are angels in your head will you ever, possibly, see one."

A note before the next line - Percy was one of Mary Oliver's dogs. This is one of my all-time favorite poems by her.

From Percy (Nine) - "and he runs to the door, his wide mouth in its laugh-shape, and waves, since he has one, his tail."

From How I Go to the Woods - "If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much."

From Mysteries, Yes - "How people come, from delight or the scars of damage, to the comfort of a poem."

A note before the next line - this is one of my favorite poems to hear Mary Oliver read aloud. Look it up!

From Mornings at Blackwater - "For years, every morning, I drank from Blackwater Pond. It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt, the feet of ducks."

From Praying - "this isn't a contest, but the doorway into thanks"

From At Blackwater Pond (once again, drinking its waters) - "It falls cold into my body, waking the bones. I hear them deep inside of me, whispering oh what is that beautiful thing that just happened?"

Paris Time Capsule by Ella Carey



Who wouldn’t love the story of an abandoned Paris apartment and the mysterious women who lived in it before fleeing Paris the night before the Nazi invasion? I couldn’t put this book down. There were so many twists, turns, and surprises, not to mention many delicious details about the abandoned apartment. I do have gripes, or warnings for future readers, however. The protagonist, Cat, is a total wimpy female. You will root for her self-empowerment for much of the way through the book, but sadly, she ends up a total dud in the character development department. But I loved this book despite my inability to connect with Cat. I enjoyed other characters immensely, and thought the author did a better job fleshing out the deceased and mysterious inhabitants of the abandoned apartment than the living descendants. I also must admit I wasn’t thrilled with the conclusion of the book. The last sentence still makes me simultaneously gag, roll my eyes, and giggle hysterically. But do not despair – the mystery of Isabelle is resolved. In my opinion, the author can do whatever she wants with the wimpy female protagonist because she resolved the Isabelle mystery. But overall my gripes are small and do not outweigh the marvelous, edge-of-your-seat, cannot-put-down (not even for dessert) story. Possibly the most intriguing part of this book is that it’s the fictionalized portrayal of the real-life Marthe de Florian, whose apartment was abandoned for seventy years. 

Also, I started out listening to this, and it was an excellent audiobook, but I struggled with both the French and switched to the ebook version about halfway through. If you struggle with French and/or French accents I recommend the book version.

This is a picture from Marthe de Florian's actual apartment!