So Last Minute

I wasn't planning on blogging tonight, but I need something to do with the last 25 minutes of work. I totally neglected to name my last blog, it slipped my mind. But that's not necessarily my favorite part of blogging, it's like naming a bunch of little books... (which randomly gave me the idea of creating a poetry blog, each entry is a poem... hmmm)

My uncle and his large family are probably at my house right now scaring the shit out of the cats, (I won't see Kubiak for the next three days) and eating all our food. They are like little vacuums, I don't think it is financially wise to produce a lot of children, like low efficiency vehicles, constantly need fuel- don't get many miles to the gallon. I hope he never reads this blog, it's all said in love, I adore these people, but the consumption has always fascinated, but it also stresses out the family, we are torn between over doing it and under doing it. Did we get enough? We'll know by tomorrow...

I made a tree for work. Have I mentioned that yet? I don't think I've blogged a whole lot lately. The bark is up. It's pretty but a little bare. I'm proud, now all the time I spent making it feels worth while. I began to feel like I went in over my head. I did all the sketching at home because the only place I could work at it here was on the desk, not gonna happen. Kept getting interrupted by patrons who needed to check out, it was a bit stressful.

Perry just compared flashing the lights (to remind people we are closing) to roaches scattering.

It's down to the last ten, there will be too many people coming through for me to get far with writing. I'm looking forward to seeing my extended fam. They are crazy and fast paced, but it's fun for a short period of time. A change, like going up to NYC and staying up til five in the morning for a week straight, but then I need a month to recuperate and get back to my own sleep schedule.

(Jonathan, your mother said I look like I filled out, that was almost the first thing she said to me, right after, "you have changed so much". It sort of feels good for some one not to think I'm a thin stick anymore, still unusual. But I have softened up a good bit in this last year.)

There is this ragamuffin family that comes in pretty regularly, the mom is a page at another branch, very sweet, but ragamuffin really captures them, I think a little girl here tonight belongs to them, she has her hair cut like she did it herself, but I wouldn't be surprised if one of the parents were responsible, man they fascinate me! Such an anomaly... It's closing time.