library-ann.bsky.social
Librarian, amateur photographer, funny girl. Tattooed hippie chick.
I draw sometimes.
I write sometimes.
I have liberal tendencies all the time.
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All photos and poems my own unless otherwise credited. Ask me about books! 💙📚
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Thanks!
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jacquelinewoodson.com
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I dream of redoing the entire house in all this time I have at home.
But then I would be spending even more time
inside the house
that I so desperately want to leave.
#poetry
#covidpoetry
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Just wait until I get to the rows upon rows of fresh lumber - planed and sanded into perfectly measured widths standing straight and tall like soldiers at the gate.
The store smells of something new. Something as yet unbuilt.
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I wander the paint aisle with its cool blues, spring greens, and cherry reds. Maybe some sunshine yellow is what I need.
Here is the fancy lighting aisle where I stretch my neck looking up to see the soft glow of mica shades in browns and yellows and reds.
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I dream of the hardware store with its tall shelves full of nuts and bolts all separated and organized
into little pockets.
Of its spools of chain and wire and twine just waiting to be measured and snipped and taken home to secure the bicycle or guide the vine or fasten the bundle.
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It recently sold to a couple in their 30s. He is an engineer, she teaches 4th grade, they have a 2 year old - Millie.
We made our way over to welcome them on their first morning.
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The house stood empty for 5 years.
With some coaxing from their son, they decided to make their living situation permanent and put their house on the market.
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Six or seven years ago, Charlene suffered a stroke and Don couldn't easily care for her at home. They "temporarily" moved into a facility closer to their son about an hour away.
Time marched on. We all got older. We became empty nesters, Don's back worsened, and Charlene recovered a little.
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Once I answered the phone and Don said that Charlene had fallen and he couldn't help her up. I sprinted out of the house and across the lawn and street to help them on the front porch. I was barefoot and still had the phone in my hand. We got her up and onto the bench with no injuries.
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Over the years, we would chat in our driveways, exchange holiday cards, and watch each other's houses when the driveways were empty. Occasionally, we'd get a phone call that they needed help with an invasive raccoon or a fallen branch.
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This is heartbreaking. I'm so very sorry this happened.
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Taco.
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100% agree. I adore his books and have seen him at a conference or 2.
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www.harpercollins.com/blogs/author...
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en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michell...
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Interesting.
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Just a typical day of librarianing in the wild!
#conversationswithstrangers
#needtoputmorebusinesscardsinmypurse
#libraryschool
#librarianinginthewild
(For the record, all the other employees were delightful, too.)
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I asked what she is studying in college, and she answered with Linguistics. Then laughed that the linguistics job market is "not exactly booming...."
So, OF COURSE, I told her about library school and gave her my card with some online schools jotted on it and told her not to forget!
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I'm not. I just typed in the city instead of the state. Pushed a button, I guess.
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It was a post about election results, and I posted the city name instead of the state.
Horrors!
Called my profession into question and rigidly insisted it was not a mistake (?) and that I am "weird or worse."
I mean, I *have* been called "worse" before....
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Thanks
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You're right. Facts do matter. You have every right to berate me for making a mistake, owning up to it, and correcting myself. I bow to your superiority and will see myself out. Thank you, kind sir.
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Clearly, I misspoke and meant that Texas went 56%. Guess I'll turn in my degree.
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The "bullshit" feels really hostile. Everyone makes mistakes, man.
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Ok, I got it wrong. Good to know.
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Except that Austin went 56% Drump in the election. 😞 I hate knowing that and living among it.
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I've done this to myself.
Remember the work you put into your education, the time you put into learning the job, how you've improved over the years, the networking you have done resulting in colleagues you help and mentor, the students you've taught. You worked for this. Don't sell yourself short.
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This tracks.
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She: Yeah, you'll come back with their name, reason they are by the building, ss#, kids' names, and shoe size.
Me: (taking notes) (looking up) Will we need anything else?
#alwaystalktostrangers
#ilearnalot
#conversationswithstrangers
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She: How do you know all that? How long was your conversation with this guy?
Me: a minute, minute 10
(2 beats of silence)
He: I've decided if we ever need to know anything about some random stranger walking by the building, we'll just send you out for recon.
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I love the jellyfish! Great stuff.
Music, too. It brings such joy, and you can handle a band concert or two. 😀
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Friday! Woohoo!
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www.ibramxkendi.com
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www.jasonwritesbooks.com
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Thanks for the mention! 💙
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The dog barks at midnight.
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I feel cold.
I feel old.
I'm not really looking forward to the next 8 months.
The warm sheet is a nice touch. A snack and some hot tea. The adjustable chair is surprisingly comfy.
I made a good choice with this doctor in this practice. But I really wish I'd never see any of them ever again.