Where does that dream come from...

I was tired and went to bed earlier last night, about eight fifteen, guessing Jay Leno will have to continue to do without me, he has survived so far. I do think he is going to ten o'clock because the boomers are about to die off, or drift off. Harley-Davidson had better beware - they aren't going to be selling many bikes and things on Boomers' dreams and mythology much longer (fifteen years max).

I dreamed most of the night that I was getting a hip replacement or knee replacement and spending a lot of time talking to doctors, and I think my knees and hips work just fine - I am just not working them enough. Do you think that angry young President (strange feeling being able to call the President "young", which means I discount about half of his passion to too many hormones and not enough fighting) talking about health care put my brain in medical treatment mode? I did notice that what I think is right, is not what he thinks it is.

Everyone has to have health insurance to make sure there is enough for everyone, it won't work without that.

Everyone has to have reading ability to make sure there is enough literacy for all, libraries won't work without that.

Everyone has to have a minimum wage of a hundred dollars an hour or our deficit will never be repaid, Whoops, it was never the plan of the government to repay any of the debt, just roll it over.

Off the political nonsense,

I was visited by four other Library Keepers yesterday. I hadn't prepared DOC for the visit and will have to send paperwork immediately next time, waiting just allows other stuff to overwhelm my better performance. Two came from Stafford Creek, one from Shelton and one on her way to Monroe. Since I had visitors my telephone was ringing (nope, never for me).

We had a nice lunch - that is different, normally I eat alone which isn't really healthy - but my wife makes my sandwich and buys my apples so I do know I am loved. I got to participate in the talking about other people that aren't around to defend themselves, but mostly we discussed retirement, dream jobs, and shifts in the Library because of budgets. I did say that if I were the State Librarian I would have a FTE and a half at each branch and take the half-time employees from the State Library at Tumwater. Now you can understand why I will never be selected State Librarian. The legislature thinks the number of employees and the amount of operations expenses mean you are a going concern, not basic book circulation and effect on individual human minds.

I am behind in my work, but part of that is my personal dysfunction and part is still working on getting a full trained crew. I have watched my newest worker spend his time moving from book to book touching them so I think he is shelving, but the books on the carts aren't flying onto the shelves - his primary function isn't and therein lies his darker future. Will have to seriously talk to him on Monday.

The Trusty Triumph was a fine solid ride yesterday. it is cool, about fifty five and I am wearing leather and happy for it. There aren't a lot of us two wheelers out, if you discount the healthy bicycle riders - pumping the fat and the blues and grays away. In America, they don't seem to change their childish bad riding habits just survived them into adulthood. In Europe they actually were given tickets for all those stupid things they perform here, I know I have been halted by German Police and talked to in one of my foreign languages... they understood themselves perfectly. So if you aspire to be a real great bicycle rider for all the best reasons; green, health and fiscal reality, go to Europe and ride, they don't hate you because you don't have more horsepower than brain power like Americans.

Not having looked outside nor on the television for the weather I am planning to ride the Trusty Triumph to the Institutional Library Services Conference, the final one of this year, 2009. It is a good ride and I can think about all my romantic thoughts (just remember ladies, a man's romantic thoughts are normally about other than women). One of the always to be bothersome realities of life with two sexes. I did get out Liberty, the rifle, and lock tight the screws on the sights. Then I practiced shooting positions with Hasty and Hasty hasty slings, and Natural Point of Aim. Good stuff to practice when you can't shoot paper in the backyard, although I am thinking of a pellet air rifle, for home practice. Just thinking, just thinking, doesn't seem to be enough time in my day now and the darkness is descending dailey.