Misadventures of the Monster Librarian

Another new year and I have nothing but good feelings for it. Things can only look up after last year. And the year ends in an even number so that's a good thing. I feel I have been a thousand miles away from my online community lately. The visit to the farm was good, though I confess I was a little internally restless, which paired with the flu bug I caught while I was there, made for an odd visit. Visiting with friends was good and balm to my soul. New Year's Eve B1, B2, and I made it safely to the farm around 7pm due to an earlier start from Buffalo than expected, good traffic, and great weather. The three of us, Amos & CJ, Mummy Dearest & Hubby, and Nevada celebrated a--for the most part--quiet New Year's Eve exchanging Christmas presents, munching on Mummy's hilarious hors d'œuvres (some variation of these), drinking (Amos brought back some sneaky liqueur from Bolivia and I brought Michigan beers for the boys' Christmas presents, which consequ...

Nathan’s visit began, like most visits do…with a journey, “a traveling from one place to another, usually taking a rather long time,” (dictionary.com). And did it ever take a long time. I arrived at the old skeezy part of Detroit Metro, the Fallingapartsavich Terminal, late due to good old Metro Detroit traffic. Nathan was supposed (supposed to) land at a little after 5pm. So, much to my surprise when I entered the terminal at 5:30pm to confront the little monitor, aka TV with no Friends reruns, which showed that his plane had been delayed until 6:30. “Ok, I thought. I have a book in my car. I’ll read.” And so I did, until 6:15pm when I checked the monitor again. That was only the first of many frustrations. Going near the plane arrival/departure monitor thingy made me feel like Buster Keaton in that routine where his hat falls off his head; every time he takes a step towards it, the hat mysteriously slides away. Every cotton-picking time I went over to the monitor I swear that the thi...