Stayed up way too late to finish a book. I deviated from my usual habit of reading light and fluffy chick lit (less fat, less filling) and have read several new releases that tell decidedly unhappy, if more real world, stories... methinks I am going back to my safe nonsensical chatter. I have been extra gloomy lately - increased my paxil but still getting caught in the odd teary gloomfest, so time to lighten up.
DH is off today - will allow him to do some housework, then we will go to PT and then off to see the world.
copied this from a Blog:
"...Tuesday at Founders with my juniors, helping them find sources for their research papers. Up and down the stairs, checking with them at the computers, helping them with their searches, then marching them to the stacks with call numbers written in loopy scrawls on scrap papers. Bianca was amazed when we found her book in the long rows of stacks. Wow, that's neat how that works. Then sending her own her own, fledgling researcher, to find the next one. A proud, triumphant return with book in hand. Edward, finally at the shelf with books about the Amazon rainforest. "Here's what I always do when I find a book I'm looking for, Ed. I look on the shelf all around it for other titles that might help me." "But what I do when I've got the book?" "Look at chapter headings and find what interests you." Most of them had never used the library before, and while they are up to date with the latest technologies, cell phones, MP3 players, and all the easy information gathering resources online (Wikipedia anybody?), the card catalog and searching through the stacks was a new experience."
How sad is this?? or maybe my question should be - How old am *I*??