Happy birthday, Noah and Grace! Four is just... boggling, that's what. And awesome, and delightful, and holy smacks, FOUR. Matilda sends much love (she just turned 4 1/2 yesterday).

Unpleasant parenting event which I'm in no hurry to repeat: Today at coffee hour after church, a fiftyish guy I've seen every now and then for the past couple of months came over to say hi and praise Matilda's cuteness and sweetness -- all well and good, but did he really need to preface it by pointing at me, at her, and at me again and saying, "Soooo.... are you the mommy or the grandma?"

Happy birthday, Noah and Grace!!

Patron ran out of house after vomit, never to be seen again.

Hah! Yeah, I averted my eyes during that bit.

Turns out my teacher is apparently okay with my paper being a page short of the minimum length, so I'm on track to get either an A minus or an A. Class is now done until my summer course starts on May 9th--yay! I'm taking Archiving twice a week from 5/9 to 6/27, and then I'll have the next two months off until the fall classes start.

I like having time off.

Also, after I finish the class, I'm going to contact the librarian at the Adler Planetarium, whom I learned about during a classmate's presentation in the class I just finished. Apparently, she's got a big backlog on getting her collection in the system, and I really want to add a museum library job to my resume, so I'm going to volunteer there and see if I can help her out.

Kathy, I don't know if it'd be any help, but if you get an Adler gig, let me know. Our librarians I am sure are interested in Adler.

did he really need to preface it by pointing at me, at her, and at me again and saying, "Soooo.... are you the mommy or the grandma?"

Oh, harsh!

An orderly came into my room this morning and said "Oh, not you. The person I'm looking for is 21."

Dude, don't phrase it like that, even if I am twice their age.

Of course, the orderly went on to flirt shamelessly (sit with me and chat, take me for my walk test arm in arm), so perhaps I should have shut up. But making ER friends is very important to me.

Aurelia, I went a little purple with the shadows (and the shadows on the beige part of the pictures are blue), but the highlights on the jacket look ridiculous to me. They have a golden tone. It works for consistency across the palette, barely, but this is the confusing part, where I put in information that's not part of the reference pics I'm using.

Sure!

It'll be a volunteer job because she's the only person in the library who's on the payroll, but it'll still look really good on my resume.

I hope I can get in there, because my availability will be limited (I don't want to schlep downtown after work during the week, so I'm really only going to be free on Saturdays). I'm hoping I can use my connections with her to talk her into it--we're both from Joliet, and she went to the same school I'm attending for my MLS.

An orderly came into my room this morning and said "Oh, not you. The person I'm looking for is 21."

Oh, that's harsh! One of my classmates and I walked out to our cars together after class today. N is in her mid-30s, and I'm 45, so we were commiserating about being the "old people" in our classes, since we're surrounded by kids in their early to mid 20s. Sometimes, I feel so old at this school!

Oh, Sue, will be thinking of you and your dad.

Caller: there's an elderly woman who fell broke her leg! Me: how old is she? Caller: like, over 30.

I'm sorry JZ. I'm surprised a bystanding matron didn't slap him upside the head for verbal stupidity.

I've had people ask me if I'm G&N's mom or grandmom before. I mean, I know that I have aged and that the median age of a parent in my 'hood is like 20, but still MEAN.

I never, ever assume anyone is a parent or pregnant.

Or assume they are more pregnant than they are, after (when I was working retail in my twenties) I asked a woman who wasn't fat, just wow, out there preggo, "Looks like you're almost ready to have that baby!" and she kind of death-glared me and gritted out "I. AM. 3. And a half. MONTHS!"

I slunk away in abject shame. (But, my god, I hope she was having twins or I can't even imagine how miserable she would be at full-term. She looked 8 months pregnant. Poor lady. I'm sorry!)