It is quite late, and I’m still up. Why? My services as a typist are about to be required. My services as a researcher and literary critic have already been requisitioned. I am nothing if not handy.
Earlier today I was sent to the library to check out books, and also to copy articles out of the excellent 11th edition of the Encyclopaedia Britannica. Honestly, it was exciting, and I am happy to report that the volumes are mostly in excellent condition. Most have been rebound, and there was another old set I also consulted which was also in good shape.
I was thinking, as I was carrying books and xeroxes home, that I should have made M come with me. It was her paper I was researching, after all, which is shameful. She was tucked up on the couch in her pajamas, reading other articles we’d found online, though, and didn’t want to leave the house. It’s so much fun doing research, though — maybe especially when you don’t have to write the paper. I’ve always felt this way. I remember going through the Readers Guide to Periodical Literature, which was an enormous set of fat green books, and how I would be pretty methodical looking up every last citation, even when it was some dumb article from Time magazine. I think I may like research more than most people do, and it did occur to me that there is a reason I’m a librarian.
Of course, there are other exciting aspects to the public library — the whiffy man who explains to you (while he copies some kind of investment book) how sometimes people have a lot to copy, but it really isn’t fair of them to hog the resources. “It is a problem,” he reflects, as though it is something he’s devoted quite a lot of thought to. “Take your time,” I say. “I don’t mean to rush you.” And the other slightly odd man who jams his copy card into the machine while you are copying, so that yours no longer works at all and you have to rush around, 20 minutes before closing, to ask the librarian to help you. “That’s a new one,” she says. “I try to keep track of the machine and its problems, but that’s one that’s never occurred before.” Which I find hard to believe.
It’s a good topic, actually. It’s about a roman king and his house, and there’s some information, but not a hideous amount, and it’s all kind of speculative since it’s from a very long time ago. I couldn’t help getting interested.
Also, it’s slightly colder outside, which I find cheering. AND I made the first batch of Christmas cookies, did about 40 loads of laundry, cleaned the kitchen and vacuumed the whole house.
I feel uncommonly virtuous, although there are still a ton of weeds to pull (which seems SO UNFAIR in December, when the garden ought to be asleep) and the bathrooms are a health hazard. But vacuumed.
And, we watched a series of ridiculous tv movies about a librarian — have you seen them? My favorite line was, when he’s about to fight a vampire or something, “I should warn you I’m a librarian.”
And here’s a meme, courtesy of Harriet and the Lass:
1. Five names you go by:
[short version of my name]
[short version of name]ie (if you grew up with me, or are my mother)
[short version of name]iedina (ONLY if you’re my sister).
2. Four things you are wearing right now:
Some rather odd but comfortable (although sadly too short) pants from LL Bean. Brown.
An old purple shirt
3. Three things you want very badly at the moment:
A Christmas cookie
4. Two things you did last night:
Went to see Milk
Walked there and back and admired the moon
5. Two things you ate today:
6. Two people you last talked to on the phone:
A guy wanting money for C@l
M’s friend MT
7. Two things you are going to do tomorrow:
Walk to work
8. Two longest car rides:
Connecticut to B3rk3l3y
Connecticut to North Dakota
9. Two of your favorite beverages:
10. Two things you can hear right now:
The furnace piping up
The shower (M is in it.)