Misadventures of the Monster Librarian

This guy.

Something has stirred my father into my waking thoughts more than usual lately, of course Father's Day weekend is an obvious reason, but if feels like something more--perhaps our wedding, now less than 4 months away...? Whatever it is, I've found myself grieving again. I think about all of the things my Dad is missing, how he'd be a grandfather of six (soon to be 7) grandchildren. How he won't get to walk me down the aisle, or ever get to know my sweet, kind, wonderful ChicagoBoy. I keep thinking of C.S. Lewis', A Grief Observed , the solace I felt in reading it upon my fathers death; Lewis and I kindred spirits in our mourning. “No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find

Recently attended the Director's University at the Illinois State Library. A well spent week in Springfield--my first visit--with lots to learn, and a few beauties to admire from afar!