Just to share the love, I now twitter. Anyone interested in the origin of my twitter address really needs to read The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman.
Working at the Main Library has surprising advantages. Just now I stepped out of my office, walked five paces across the hall, scanned a badge, and walked under the civic center plaza to the elevator that stretches from beneath the earth up to the mayor’s office on the fourteenth floor. I didn’t have so far to go—just up one level to the utilities counter, where a sympathetic, amused woman named Sue shut down my gas payments. It took less than five minutes. I finished packing up my kitchen days ago. My cake pans were in boxes sometime early last week. But as I walked through the underground loading dock on my way back to the office, I was distinctly aware of the finality of what I’d just done. I would never, from that moment on, be able to bake for anyone out of that kitchen. Maybe it doesn’t seem like a very big deal, but I’ve gotten a lot of mileage out of a certain identity, namely being “the person who bakes a lot”. I made a tiered wedding cake for some friends (because...
Noooooooooooo!!! Resist!!! Resist!!! Ugh, another one bites the dust!
ReplyDeleteHonestly,I don't think it'll last. It's more of a dare to myself to see if I can limit a post to a sentence or two.
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