Warning. This post should be avoided like the plague.
Okay, well, I figure I've done my job. If you are still reading then it is all on you. This post will be not brief enough, and will have everything you hate in a post! Woot!
The Sad Sack Whining Portion
Summer Reading Program has officially kicked into gear at work. Many of you have heard the quiet sobbing that commences in my head each year about this time. As the Children's Division of a Public Library, our goal is to encourage a love of reading from birth onward. Our Summer Reading Program is the little trick up our sleeve each year. We say things like "Reading is Rewarding!" We get kids signed up and then give them little prizes for reading each week. We also do additional storytimes and special programs to capture the crowd that is too busy during the school year. We have 35 teen volunteers to help us administer the program on a daily basis. When the library is open, there are two or three volunteers helping out. We need them, but they are a lot of work! Plus, this year we are still short staffed, as my co-worker, The Drifter, is out on medical leave indefinitely. Every year I do a bit of crying about all of the extra work that these six weeks require. It's kind of a tradition, so let us honor it now. Go on, cry with me.
The Horrible Illness Portion
I was sooo sick this weekend. I had sort of been fighting off something most of last week. But you know how when you finally get a day off and can just give into it? Yeah. I was basically in a coma all of Saturday and on into Sunday morning. I really felt like I might die. It was a stomach thing. With fever. I haven't eaten solid food since Friday evening and if I'm smart, I might let it go another day. It sure as heck isn't going to kill me and I am drinking water. I am, at this point, scared to eat, really. But by this morning I did feel a lot better and came to work even. You can cheer wanly with me, if you like.
The Death Portion
My kids' grandpa, WTG's dad, passed away on Sunday evening. Sort of like George Carlin, with the heart and all. Although in the Chief's case, he had been hospitalized and in very poor condition for the past three or four weeks. He had some things in common with Carlin come to think of it. The ponytail. The bitterness (but the Chief wasn't so humorous). Um, was Carlin an alcoholic? No, I don't think they shared that. Anyway, may God have mercy on his soul. He was so...mean. But he did love his sons and by a measure of remove his grandchildren too. Sorry Chief, that is the best I can do for you in this awful blog eulogy. Wave good-bye to Chief, everyone. Bye....
Did I warn you or what? Um-hm.