Simple Pleasures

A fellow librarian is collecting glass jars for an upcoming program so I donated this one I emptied last night. I couldn't believe how thrilling it was to start to peel this label off and have it come off smoothly in one piece, no sticky residue! worth paying extra for this  brand just for that added value!

 Last night I was making muffins at 10:00 pm for a "Welcome" treat honoring a new employee. I'd had requests for "healthy-blueberry" muffins so it was very exciting to discover at that hour that I had all the ingredients for an awesome recipe: (Spelt flour? Check! Coconut Oil? Organic Virgin Unrefined...Check! Agave? Check! Lemon extract? Check!) And they tasted Wonderful!

Priorities

I was in a meeting at City Hall yesterday when my phone vibrated. I left the room and took the call in the hall. The ID said, "RACHEL" but no one answered when I said, "Hello." So I then said, "Chase?" "Yes." We enjoyed a nice conversation of maybe 3 minutes of what he was doing at the moment and how his day was going. We ended the call with our "I love yous" and I was filled with warmth to know he had been thinking of me and wanted to chat. Much more important than anything I could glean from the meeting at City Hall...

Nostalgia

We were talking about what treats to bring in to work tomorrow to celebrate a new employee joining us. Matthew said, "Muffins!" Tim said, "Donuts!" Matthew said, "The only time I like donuts is if it's the plain cake donuts that I can dunk in my coffee." "Me too!" I called out. And I don't drink coffee. But his comment brought back to me the days of my youth when I would accompany my dad for "special times" to Dunkin Donuts where he would order me a (very milky and sweet) coffee and I'd dunk the plain cake donut into it. I could go through three of those donuts in that manner before the coffee was all gone! Sweet, sweet memory. Miss you, Dad...

1940 Census > 50% indexed

And I helped!

In my mail this morning--everything for a reason

Written by Chuck Merriman of New York
The day started out like any other day. Got up, went to work, got my paycheck, started on my way home. I was low on funds so I wanted to stop at my bank to get my check into my account. Unfortunately, it was Saturday and my bank was closed. The ATM was open, but with my luck, no pen to fill out the deposit slip. So I figured I’d stop in the convenience store to grab a coffee.
As I was pulling in, another car started to pull out, so I swerved to avoid a collision, and I hit the curb. I knew my tire was punctured, so I grabbed a coffee. I came out and just double checked my tire, and my assumption was correct. I also hadn’t noticed a spare tire in my car, as it was bought used, and couldn’t think of where they would have stuck one in an ’86 Firebird. Great! I pulled out my cell phone, and it was almost dead. I memorized a few numbers, and made a quick call to my mom, but no luck. My phone died shortly after that.
So I walked. It wasn’t that bad of an evening out, but I was on a four lane road, and I had about a 12 mile walk ahead of me. I started walking. Stopped at a few places, trying to get a hold of any one I could by pay phone, but no one picked up. I even left messages, saying that I would call back. Still no luck. With no change left, I set out again.
About a mile and a half down the road, at about exit 11, I saw ahead of me what I thought to be some landscaping fabric getting blown by the breeze. As I got closer, two little blue eyes turned to me and went “mew.” My heart melted immediately. A little ball of fluff was one the side of the road. I picked her up and I could tell she was scared and cold.
This was in late October, so it was cool, but not cold. I carried her in my hands (I could fit her in one of my hands, but I was trying to protect her and keep her warm) for about another three and a half miles with her clawing and squirming, trying to get down. I stopped in a store to grab a coffee to wake up a bit, and to get the chill off. I put her in my lunch bag so I would be able to go into the store with no problems. She meowed, and the girl behind the counter gave me a look, and I told her the story up to that point. The girl wanted to see the kitten, so I brought her out. We tried to give the kitten some milk, but with no luck. I left with my coffee and kitten, and continued on my way home.
She Didn’t Want to Be Carried Anymore
After about two hours, and about seven miles, I was tired from walking and working. The kitten was really trying to get down, I’m stressed out and having a hard time trying to hold on to the kitten. I wasn’t going to drop her off on the side of the road, so I put her in the hood of my sweatshirt. I should have done that in the first place. She passed out. I was able to walk the rest of the way with her in there. Five more miles until I was able to get to a store where I knew the people, and I was able to use the phone to get a hold of my girlfriend, and was able to get a ride home. She fell in love with the kitten also.

Our first night home - both tired after the long walk.

I get home and then realized I had another problem. I already had two other cats at home who were littermates. My male cat, Diablo Bob, was a little unsure at first, but after about 24 hours, he was fine. My female cat, Jezebel, well, she’s a LOT more territorial. She hissed and was pretty pissed off for a few weeks.
Bob and 11 (the kitten’s name due to the location where she was found) hung out for the next few weeks, and Jezebel finally came around to 11. About a month or so after I brought 11 home, Jezebel’s eyes got infected. I brought her to the vet and got some meds. While I was worrying about Jez, I didn’t realize Bob’s health (which was never the best) was taking a drastic turn for the worse. I brought all three to the vet, first check up for 11, a recheck on Jez for her eyes, and to see what could be done for Bob. 11 was fine, Jez got a refill on her meds, and the cancer in Bob had spread too far for surgery. I had to say good bye to my first cat that day.
11 had learned a lot by hanging out with Bob. Liitle things that Bob had done for years, 11 does. She runs to the door when I come home from work, follows me around and lays on my shoulders, makes sure I’m cooking the proper way and adding the right ingredients. She also sometimes gets on Jez’s last nerve just like Bob would. But Jez and 11 are getting along now, for the most part.
A Surprise Twist….

Here is 11 today

Back to the story of my walk now. I got a tire and put it on my car and brought my car home. A few weeks after, I was cleaning out my car, and found a spare tire behind the panels in the hatch. I didn’t need to walk that day in late October, but I’m so glad I did.
Brought to you by The Great Animal Rescue Chase

Prosopagnosia

Last Thursday we closed the library for a staff training day. To begin the day's activities we had invited a yoga instructor to come and put us through some poses. She is "in training" (ie, free) and was very nice. Today (exactly one week later) she was at the self-checkout station when I happened to glance up and see her. I knew I knew her from somewhere...she smiled broadly, said hello, and came towards me. I'm all smiles but panicking inside because I don't remember her name or from where I know her, until she says, "Thanks so much for letting me come and do my yoga class with your staff last week." ah hah! A good verbal clue! Still couldn't remember her name, but at least I knew how I knew her! We had a nice chat about exercising and sports for a few minutes and she was on her way, but I was reminded again of the book by Oliver Sacks, "The Man Who Mistook His Wife For a Hat." I really think I must have a (albeit mild) case of this!

Forewarned

This morning (Sunday) I got on the computer and started looking through Pinterest, then switched to gmail, where I found an email from FamilySearch chastising me for not indexing for the past 90 days. I felt bad and did a batch from the 1940 census. After Church my visiting teachers came and gave a lesson on Good, Better, Best and the need to not waste time on unimportant things. I was glad I had stopped "pinning" and spent that time on indexing instead this morning!