Attack of the Librarian Crazies

I'm having the kind of day where I giggle a lot. Not out loud, unless I'm alone, because .. well, you know. Although it's probably not less crazy to giggle when I am alone.

 

Here's my triumph of the day. I got on the scale this morning and saw -- aw, hell, let's just go with the real numbers -- 155.8. WOWZERS!! My first goal weight is 155, so how close is that! But then I realized that the scale was wobbling a little; I've been putting it in a different place on the bathroom floor the last few days, so I moved it back to where I always used it before and stepped on again.

 

155.4.

 

I was dancing, I was giggling, I was pumping my fists in the air. Now, this could be 156.x tomorrow, but this means I can do it, and will hopefully still be 155.x tomorrow so I can tell Dr. Resnick in the afternoon that I weigh 155 and he will be Very Proud of Me. As I am myself.

 

So then, foolishly, thinking that in honor of this great moment I should also look thinner today, I decided to wear some undergarment that holds my flab in, and as a result, I am uncomfortable and hot all day. But then, a little voice in my head -- you've all got the little voices, right? -- sings "155.4!  155.4!" and I am giggling again.

 

I've also decided in the last few days that one of the things I must remember to do is savor wonderful moments. I have two sublime moments every day, or nearly every day, and I want to be aware of them and enjoy them. This is what they are:

 

The one I've been aware of for a long time is that brief moment at night when I lie down under the covers and for the first time all day every piece of my body is supported by something and I'm not fighting gravity anywhere and I think "Ahhhhhhhhh." It's a perfect thing. The other one, and this I've only really thought about for a couple of days, is when that first rush of coffee in the morning pours through my mouth, and every day I think "This is what the gods drank on Mount Olympus. They called it nectar, but it was really coffee. AHHHHHHHHHHHH."

 

I'm really very easy to please.

 

So, the librarian crazies. For one reason or another, I decided that today was my day to work on the Fiction shelves. To shelve every book that needed it, to go over every shelf and make sure every book was where it was supposed to be, and to "edge" all the shelves, which means to align all the books with the front edge of the shelves so that everything looks neat and tidy. I got about halfway done; I'll finish the rest tomorrow during midterms. Less than an hour after I stopped working, the lunch period started, and what did I see? Kids descending on the Fiction section, poking around, pushing, moving, taking books out and putting them back who knows where and in my head I heard myself -- there's that voice again -- scream "NOOOOO!! Not my beautiful shelves!!!!"  And this folks, is the Librarian Crazies. Correct me if I'm wrong (I'm not), but the reason for having everything in place and neat and all IS SO THE KIDS CAN FIND THE BOOKS THEY WANT.  Yes, yes, of course. Years ago, we had a librarian at one of our junior high schools who really did freak out if someone moved the books on her shelves, which was a major case of not getting it. But this was a momentary lapse on my part, and like the giggles, all kept to myself, so no harm, no foul.

 

I'm making some kind of fish for dinner tonight; I don't have the recipe with me so I don't remember what it is. K has been cooking up a storm lately, and you know, it really is nice to have someone make a home-cooked meal most nights. But tonight is my turn. I think I can handle that. Unless the giggles get me.