last Dalton library

Ever come to a place before it opens and you actually work there? Observe the absence of the combination of sounds. No running water overflowing an oven. Tonight does not qualify either. I've been in this library at this time with the same agenda as before. Use their Ebsco, speed up a faster connection or, once upon a time, update a blog. Included tonight is to review some answers I gave to a volunteer self evaluation. Out of eight "yes or no" questions, one I sided on not. Gosh, I hope those one word answers are not held in conflict against the comment section. It has been overall positive. I've taken the satisfaction from the work. From a stack reduced to its awaiting shelf. So what were the skills and talents that when underutilized? She re-poses the question, how do I answer?

Originally I did not mean to combine the blog and the review of answers. Two separate things. Online and off. Originally want to say something about Guns N' Roses. How "Civil War" is more Roses than Guns. Well, just less Guns. I can hear "it feeds the rich while it buries the poor." I don't have many of the lyrics in mind. But on a recent listen I thought I heard "grocery store." Then on a more recent listen I heard "hungry" before "grocery store." I don't know, "Out of my way, I'm hungry at the grocery store."

Henry Matt

This weekend asked to be best man at a wedding being planned. End to my speech part: "So folks, a toast. My best friends, the newlyweds."

"you shaved!"

The day after I shave my beard, I'm the last one to know about it.

wipe

I wear my pair of black shoes for rainy days. Much more rubber sole. And I've polished them and that does something to beading water off. Polishing, I think, however, attracts dust. (Or maybe just black leather shoes do?) To clean of the dust, I choose these.

the covenant of the pens

A dad birthday card, a new job congratulations card and an I'm here for you card all have immediate uses and receivers. I picked up a fourth for a friend. It could be for anyone. I think it has the phrase "carry in my heart" on it. That's the reason I bought it now for later. Like something e.e. reminds me of.

I brought (I am seeing the number connection as I type) three pens to begin using and a fourth as stand-by. Three pens that have run low before but that haven't been touched and, you know, might write again. The black stand-by matched the single black low ball point. Other two blue. So I started with black. Sometimes the very smoothness of the paper can lure another letter. Sometimes the parcher kind dries more quickly but doesn't know what I'm doing when I turn the pen 90 degrees and actual scratches mark.

I think I lost that pen that came in a two pack. It fit inside the spiral of my not-want-to-be-neglected journal. And I have more of a staged card to address. She's accepting a job closer to her home. I saw her just minutes ago (in relative time) in the parking lot. Me in my car, she walking to hers, a "thank you John" three hours away in the same spot.

I have been scanning many papers since last Thursday. In a tote I pulled aside four yearbooks and went middle to back to middle to front to back to the advertisements. The Dunn place - formerly on Zuercher Rd. - bought a half page ad congratulating the senior class of 2003. In that year they possessed whatever laser engraving technology that I had put to use this afternoon. It was their gift. Just bring in your diploma. I bettered that. Our senior shirts are white with black collars around the neck and sleeves. Just barely visable beneath an open top button, it matches just about every piece of clothing on me today.

I was going to do it. Nine years later like walking right out the front door to get away with something. It worked and why not? Maybe I was remembered from the last day of August buying a sand pit pendulum - the slate model.

But I am still looking for that black pen because ink is left in the capsule and the plastic clip on the cap isn't attached and goes, until I say so, with that notebook.

not bad

I am now getting around to telling you I made an appointment for an oil change (no emphasis) over the phone and the call ended by second 43. The call was complete with last name tag, car make and model and date preference. Blunt, brief and gone. Thank you Bob for answering before I even had time to adjust myself on the steps.

twilight .... zone

Since the title of the episode "A Stop at Willoughby" jumped out at me after matching the audiobook to its tagged source, Willoughby Public Library, I have saved time on Thursdays or Sundays or other to leave for a world of imagination and sound. I've crossed over into "The Twilight Zone."

Five volumes, 10 episodes per volume, 40 minutes per episode, all "Hi, this is Stacy Keach." Only in this fifth volume did necessities of script become clear. I still haven't identified supporting cast of characters. One necessity is the main character to have a one-sided conversation. Sometimes with a mirror image or plotting a plan or summarily saying, "How did I get here?"

I had a first favorite in "The After Hours." The same narrator painted pictures with a neighbor lady as temperatures rose in "Midnight Sun." She had a moment with an intruder searching for water. He rethought having to use his gun.

A couple mind-warps in there, clever introductions to characters, head-on material and some post-production sound effects under the dial of fantasy. "Willoughby," "Cliffordville," and another destination in "Walking Distance." What a classic. That performer chooses his work wisely.

I took my sweet time on volume five by no purpose. I was away. The three audiobooks I packed did not include the supernatural unless you consider Nixon at top Rat Fucker in "All The President's Men" a gross juxtaposition of frightening images. Before episode eight I had described "Big Tall Wish" and "The Fever" as back-to-back masterpieces. Maybe re-listened to the former, for sure not the latter.

Here comes "The Long Morrow." I folded laundry during past episodes. Cleaned whatever. Enjoyed putting things in their place while listening to a story. Shaved my face and waited for a break then moved the player from the bathroom. I almost exclusively listened to episodes in my bedroom. I'll consider the bathroom in the area. Exceptions: one washing dishes, one on the roof, two pulling weeds and, max, three driving. In the bedroom, playing on an alarm clock with cd player, is a plan for listening in one sitting.

You've seen that e-pic-specially long film trailer for "Cloud Atlas," yes? I like it. A couple of new - or old - colleagues just see each other inside an office. He asks her, "What - what are you doing in here?" History past or future history. That kind of unknown is on the same side of supernatural as this story plays.

If I had anything more to say about the plot it would include "love" and "didn't go as planned." I don't and I kind of can't get over it. Not the lack of my re-written story but what the story did. Or its atmosphere or how it did it. Maybe it's because I don't know what either of them look like. That the actresses voice is as young as the 26 year old character.

"The Twilight Zone" must have an audience for poignant moments. They've had their share and not just characters relative to one another. Multiple times over in "Midnight Sun." This last noteworthy story is the only I can recall as and would call tender. And it may all happen with a bump-into, dinner and dance. Before their sacrifices but not necessarily absent of them.

Well that's it. There are more volumes out there, none of which these libraries hold. There are "collections." Five discs per set. Unheard episodes on those. And I have a new favorite episode. Something to listen to during the times I-can't-say-ahead-of-time-that-I-will-want-to-listen.