Misadventures of the Monster Librarian

In thinking of a word to explain the hopefulness I felt this morning, I thesaurus'd my way to sanguine . I like the word "sanguine," not for the same reasons I have always liked the word frostbite--which sounds exhiliarating--but rather for the history of the word, it's old meanings. If I weren't a Farmer/librarian I think I would spend my days researching the family trees of words, their growth away from an original meaning, the movements towards independence and changed usability. Dictionary.com describes sanguine in its adjective stage as: 1. cheerfully optimistic, hopeful, or confident: a sanguine disposition; sanguine expectations. 2. reddish; ruddy: a sanguine complexion. 3. (in old physiology) having blood as the predominating humor and consequently being ruddy-faced, cheerful, etc. 4. bloody; sanguinary. 5. blood-red; red. 6. Heraldry . a reddish-purple tincture. Origin: 1275–1325; Middle English sanguyne a blood-red cloth < Old...

The hole from the tree into my living room/kitchen area. The tree on my roof. It was a big one. B2 beginning the process of taking the tree off of my roof. God bless Farmers.

<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;William February, Dar Williams I heart this song, so so much!

While bestie Mummy Dearest and I were driving in the car with Little Fish and her cousin M, the subject of going to the doctor when you're sick came up. M said that she didn't want to go to the doctor because they, "put people to sleep." "Oh, you mean like when someone has surgery and they go to sleep for a little while?" asked her Auntie Mummy Dearest. "No. They put you to sleep like when they put cats and dogs to sleep." I was already trying not to laugh during this entire conversation, but this was just too much! I was literally shaking and holding my breath, afraid I'd burst out laughing and hurt M's feelings. And as I was shaking and desperataely trying to hold back my laughter I could hear, in the silence, Mummy Dearests' own stiffled laughter. Ah, kids are wonderful entertainment.

This is the branch that fell on my cabin during the big wind storm last night, notice the dents in my (now removed) woodstove's pipe. I am thinking that it's a good thing that this pipe is there or else I may have some roof damage. The huge branch fell onto my cabin, literally causing the whole cabin to shake, then slid off, tangling itself in the electric?/phone? lines connected to the front of my cabin. As I yanked at the limb (in my mismatched pajamas and winter coat) I kept praying that I didn't die of electrocution (from said lines)--would be an embarassing way to be found in the morning.

Sitting at Mummy Dearest's, listening as she read Shel Silverstein to Little Fish, I realized that Shel Silverstein poems may be even funnier when you're an adult. And more profound. Here are some gems: "Rock-a-bye" Rock-a-bye baby in the tree top, Don't you know a tree top, Is no safe place to rock? And who put you up there, And your cradle too? Baby I think someone down here's Got it in for you. "Listen to the mustn'ts" Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child, Listen to the DON'TS Listen to the SHOULDN'TS The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS Listen to the NEVER HAVES Then listen close to me-- Anything can happen, child, ANYTHING can be. "Put something in" Draw a crazy picture, Write a nutty poem, Sing a mumble-grumble song, Whistle through your comb. Do a loony-goony dance 'Cross the kitchen floor, Put something silly in the world That ain't been there before. "The Bridge" This bri...