zoom, zoom, zoom...

Got home after midnight last night, awake at 6:30, on the move to the computer to find what I had been missing. Out the door and on to the Trusty Triumph to ride to the Doctor's for my check up. So, my blood pressure is perfect, weight fine for a fat'tle ol' man, and I get back on the motorcycle and zoom to the post office where I graciously accept a compliment on the Trusty Triumph. Always from a former rider, wishing he still were. Zoom home to make my gruel and have half a cup of coffee before zooming off to meet the other library keeper with my set of keys. Good meet and briefing. I lost two library clerks to court and work release, I am down to only two.

Ride the ferry to the island, walk into and grab two full mail bins on my way in, I have to catch up and I haven't unlocked the door to my library yet. I get to work, grab a new worker that the Job Center lady tells me is ready to work, so I am back to three. Find I made a pay mistake on the 1st of June, has been corrected by my supervisor. I find more emails than I can work on, and the book bins call, the book carts are full, the interlibrary loans have stopped and we haven't received enough that have come in (thirty status questions wait for me), and I have two bins of mail ready to go out and take them to the post office, and two that need work, so I start on them. There were only six days I had a closed library, and six days that some opened the library for circulation - which was good, because they did a lot of work, but it isn't the same as if I had been there and on top of the changing inmate clerk status, the mail the malfunctions and the way the library sings when everything is working. It is an intense eight hours and then it is over - still lots of work to do and figure out what I am missing and how is it going to go tomorrow. But there is the ride home, zoom, zoom, zoom. Take that blood pressure (best remind myself that speed limits will be enforced even on old motorcyclists and Triumphs). Did see the new Fury parked down by the dock, will have to look closer.

Bill paying tomorrow, gently jogging and more, much more zooming off to make the library better for all its patrons. There is no way that the staffing of the institutional libraries is anything more that just barely meeting the minimum passing grade. And if I didn't ride my motorcycle and the ferry, I could end up with terminal High Blood Pressure and hope for an L&I claim that would cover the cost of tropical islands for the few remaining years... some one did win a three million dollar prize, unclaimed as yet - dare I check? Nah, just eat the great dinner my wife has for me and thank the Lord life is so good.... nite! The doctor wanted to know if I had gone on my vacation with my wife, and then was amazed that I hadn't stressed out because she was there with me. Silly Doctor!

Oh, the White House emailed me and asked me to roll up my sleeves and join United We Serve! but I think I am busy, they don't want me to teach the children of Washington DC how to shoot better, and I know my religious reasons aren't going to make anyone of them happy. So I guess I will continue to wait for the Obamas to catch up with me and my family's life of service, tithing and community (all without government intervention).

fat'tle ol' man = fat little old man - I measured only 5' 11'' today!