Showing posts with label Library. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Library. Show all posts

Thursday, 17 January 2013

A Cure for Love

There are a number of fantastic ladies I have the privlage of working with, one in particular provides a fantastic service to the people in the community that are unable to make it into the library for books.

Today she showed me this little note, a small post-it stuck to a returned audio book from a 92 year old lady.


"I still have no cure for love"

This made me smile at first, such a cute little note. But then it made me a little sad! I don't think the lady is seriously looking for a cure for love, I think it had more to do with the book that it was stuck to. It just got me to thinking.....

I think better in places like this:



With views like this:



And this:



However I didn't have long, as usual!! Even so my mind kind of drifted to my virtual BFF Deb's medicine cabinet challenge, would a cure for love be something you would want in your medicine cabinet?

When I think of my ideal medicine cabinet it would be more a Narnian wardrobe leading straight to here:


Complete with potions master preferably!

The odd vile of Veritaserum would come in really handy or a little Felix Felicis tucked away for necessity.





Yes love is hard but would I include a cure for love? What instance would you even consider needing a cure for love? 

I have felt all consuming love, I still feel all consuming love. I have loved and then had the object of my love taken from me, yet still I don't think I would want to be cured of that love because it fuels my memory. 

Hmmm, there is unrequited love; the times when you fall so completely for the one person you can't have or that hasn't fallen as far for you. Would you cure yourself of that love? Is this the cure I need to keep tucked at the back of my medicine cabinet along with my liquid luck for emergencies? For times when it hurts and you have to try not to love someone.



But alas, I fear my medicine cabinet will forever be stocked with the staples of nit lotions, spot potions and Calpol (because it mends broken bones). If someone is still looking after 92 years I don't think there is a cure to be had! There are much worse things to be told there is no cure, there are worse things to live with than a heart full of love.

Would you use a cure for love?


Monday, 3 December 2012

Day 3 NaBloPoMo December - Monday Moments

If you are new to this blog you won't be aware that I changed jobs in June to work in a library and I love my job. It has been great being back at work and to make it all the more amazing I work with some lovely ladies.

One of these fab ladies, who just happens to have an amazing name (because it's the same as mine), is the star of today's Monday moment because she saw this, thought of me and bought it for me.

 
She knows me so well ;-D
and a new book bag!!
 
 
As a thank you a little musical treat for said special lady!
 

 
Happy Monday people.

Friday, 3 August 2012

Motivation: Day 3 I built a tree!

After waking up to some of your lovely comments this morning I left for work in a really good mood and motivated to tackle the day ahead.

I managed to avoid the cakes at work (why is it always someones birthday?), I opted for the ham salad from the shop for dinner and ignored the cookies and cream brownie winking at me from the cabinet. Score one for the eat healthy motivation and all thanks to your support, so THANK YOU!

On top of this I have ideas for at least one other post on motivation, which is unheard of for me I am more a fly by the seat of my pants kind of girl when it comes to blog posts. Unless of course I get home work, and no that wasn't a hint Miss Stevens!!! With blogging every day apparently comes forward planning, yay!

I thought I would leave you with some little bits of inspiration, I hope your projects are keeping their momentum!


The over the hill way to work.


The road from the other side of the hill, what I see on the way home.


We have birds in our library :-)


I built a tree in ten minutes today :-)
(ok so the tree was already made I just had to put it together and put 32 screws in)
It will look amazing tomorrow with James' Giant Peaches on!


Happy thoughts, sweet dreams and bring on day 4!



Sunday, 6 May 2012

Flutterby Butterfly

Ok, so I get it now, Doh! 'Butterflies' relates to nice nerves, excited nerves, nerves for things you are looking forward to. The feeling you get in the run up to a big holiday or an exciting life change.

Earlier in the week I had two interviews and I wanted these jobs A LOT! I have never really faced this situation before. Sure I have applied for jobs, been through interviews and wanted them to like me and for me to get the job. But they have never been jobs that I saw as having any career prospects or where I thought I could stay and work until I jog on to retirement. No they were all temporary and I knew that going into them, so it never really mattered if I got the job or not! This was different, which meant the nerves were different too. Great big somersaulting Dumbo's doing their best to make me feel ill at every possible moment.

Now the interviews are over and apparently not as affected by the nerves as I thought they were. It appears that I impressed them. So soon, date to be confirmed, I will get to work around my most favouritest thing in the world, every day (and yes I did just revert to extremely childish language because that is how excited I am). I never for one  minute dreamed that my path would lead me to working in a library, but the road I am on at the moment is sign posted library, eta approx 1 month.

I have dreamed of working with books for some considerable time now, always assuming that I would have to win the lottery to make this dream a reality. I placated myself with night time reading and occasional book browsing. For once I can see a dream of mine becoming reality, granted not in a way I ever thought it would.

link to original here

As I eagerly await the necessary administrative processes to be over and my start date to be finalised, I finally understand the difference between nerves and butterflies and the two are not interchangeable. The flutter and flitter of the imaginary critters continues in my gut as I anticipate the wonderful new adventure ahead of me.