Quiet Day At The Library

Today's an unusually quiet day at the library. Lately, we usually have all sorts of characters coming in to grab the computers. I like it much better this way. Noise & crowds have always gotten me stark raging nuts. Copiague was an insane asylum compared to this. I've yet to get around to going terribly far past my usual stomping grounds around here so far, but it seems to be a pretty easy place for anybody to be able to maneuver his way around. Cathleen from California & most of my usual other E connections have been curiously inconspicuous these days. It's a bit of a lull but they'll be back sooner or later. My computer is extremely slow_dial_up, but it has access to things I can't possibly get on the library computers. Their standards over here are awfully weird in these kinds of places. I've been blocked out a few times because the Friday dance has been known to include cartoon belly dancers. I've been trying to pick up as much traffic as possible for my blogs. It's quite surprising how much potential these things have. Being a cyber junkie as I always have been, I can often get overly enthused and have even gotten weird pains in my hands that most probably come from too much time at the keyboard.

Schedule Change

KrissyKrissyKrissy's schedule has changed. She now goes in at 10 p.m. instead of who_in_the_hell_even_knows_when during the day. I figured out the hard way, while employed in that world, what's meant by going postal. Now it's her turn. It's still bitter cold with no snow worth mentioning. Today's Friday so please remember to do the Friday dance to the tune of "Twist & Shout" from "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" in honor of the Beatles' big anniversary. David Copperfield has been progressing quite well. It's social commentary combined with a novel. I try to read a book a week. I see Anna Nicole Smith died. It made all the papers.

Still Very Cold Out

Lately the weather is just plain too cold. It's a very nice February so far, but I still can't wait for spring to have sprung. Yesterday I got my newsletter from St. John the Baptist Diocesan High School in West Islip, N.Y. It's nice to be able to keep track of all my old friends, teachers, etc. I see Wally Lace, my twelfth grade sociology teacher is still principal. There's still no sign, just yet, of a reunion though. A few classmates & I have been awaiting some kind of notice about whatever's supposed to happen, but so far we have no idea. I was always one of the really interesting (ahem)kids in the class. It's kind of weird because out here I have absolutely no connection whatsoever to my past, although my parents are both from here. In New York, I could always count on running into somebody from my past, or at least the parents of past cronies. Here I'm just the lone confused wolf.

She Loves You Yeah Yeah Yeah...

....was one of the songs they unleashed on us. It was 43 years ago today. John, Paul, George & Ringo first came here to visit us for about six years. They've yet to be topped at the Toppermost of the Poppermost. Also on this day in 1812, as I just found out when I started re_reading David Copperfield, Charles Dickens was born. Today is also Pebbles' & BammBamm's fourteenth wedding anniversary. It's a smidge warmer today at a whopping nine degrees. Once again, I'm just plain happy not to have a substantial amount of snow. Fran snuck up from behind me here at the library yesterday. I have no idea why but yesterday there was such a crowd here I got kicked out very early.

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Below Zero

I haven't seen weather this cold in a while. The thermometer by the Unimart on Wyoming Avenue said it was -3 degrees out. KrissyKrissyKrissy's on her way back to New York once again. I finished that Evelyn Waugh book & lately I've been devouring G.K. Chesterton's book about St. Thomas Aquinas, The Dumb Ox. Last night the big Super Bowl party with the kinfolk worked out quite nicely. At least it was quite a whole lot quieter, less crowded & more well organized than the American Legion parties we used to have to go to. There was no smoking & the food was less intensely stupefying so I was quite happy. Unfortunately I didn't really notice the David Beckham commercial specifically but the commercials in general were all quite a hoot.

Bitter Cold Super Bowl Sunday

It's like a block of ice outside. The temperature was seven degrees a few hours ago and hasn't gone much higher than that. I'm just happy it hasn't snowed enough to add up to anything substantial. There may be lots of ice though. Uncle Frankie & Fran's Super Bowl party awaits later in the day. I suppose I shall go over there immediately after the Latin Mass at 4:30. I hope it's a whole lot less crowded & nerve wracking than the ones we used to have to get stuck with at the American Legion parties in Levittown. All those cranky old veterans, smoking up a storm, got me crazy. I've never even liked sports anyway so the least people can do is try to humor me a little. Days like today are just fattening for me. I really like the commercials during the game, even though I've most certainly never been a fan of commercials.