Bibliomama

 I titled the post that as an homage to a number from Kiss Me Kate , which I saw performed at McMaster thirty years ago. I'm sure you can all appreciate that in actuality I am using a much less-cute adjective. I had an awesome Saturday. I went to the Carp Farmer's Market, which I've been meaning to do pretty much since we moved here, with two friends. It was super fun, but dear god it was HOT. I would like to go back and amble around buying scones and honey and looking at pottery and having bacon on a bun some time when sweat isn't running down the backs of my knees. I got some gorgeous flowers for my mom, since we were taking them out for their birthday dinners that evening - their birthdays are next weekend but Matt left for Arizona and Germany yesterday. After dinner we watched the last two episodes of A Gentleman in Moscow. Do you have shows you only watch with your husband and shows you watch alone? When they were network shows there would be enough episodes to ca

 Don't get me wrong, I am totally grateful that I didn't get sick before we went to Charlotte, and it's not terribly surprising that I'm sick soon after getting back. It would have been nice to do library orientation without being half-high on cold meds and worrying about coughing fits, but whatever. I am still starting Operation De-Crapify The House, but slowly, because even colds with me tend to take a long time to depart fully, and I don't want to be dumb. Early on it seemed to be moving at a really fast clip, like those days when the wind is so strong the clouds seem to be moving across the sky at accelerated video speed. One and a half days of alarmingly sore throat, one and a half days of absolutely apocalyptic snot levels, and then everything settling down to just annoying. I am leaning on my anti-inflammatory inhaler hard, and started using the narcotic cough syrup right away in an attempt to forestall the Cough of Death, which has plagued me my entire life

 How do you all BLOG SO MUCH? Is blogging just a thing you do like brushing your teeth or walking the dog or making dinner? That would explain a lot, actually (shut up, I brush my teeth, excessively almost.) Angus moved to North Carolina. Eve went back to school. Matt and I went to Charlotte for the long weekend to visit Angus and it was awesome.  We didn't really get to Ithaca until he was almost ready to leave, and I was sad that I couldn't really picture much of his day to day life and environment (is that weird? I don't know if it's weird). He made the drive mid-August and we gave him a couple of weeks to settle in and set up his room and then said we'd come and we could help him with anything he needed and go out for dinner but we wouldn't be intrusive and we'd just explore the city a little.  I can't remember if I told this story here, but how he got his roommate is so funny and typical for him and the baseball community. When he came home during C

 I feel like I'm SO CLOSE to being able to settle into my fall routine, after the bonkers four days of twelve visitors. But first I go to work for a couple of days this week (we start the week before school, which is fine but also annoying) and then we go to see Angus in Charlotte for the long weekend. And THEN I start normal work, and finally weed my out-of-control flower gardens, and get to all the areas of the house I haven't gotten to all summer ("I'm going to clean and organize this summer while I'm off work" I said. "I'm going to say YES when my friends want to do fun stuff and not stay in my house like a whiny depressive malcontent" I also said. My stupid friends had so many fun plans my house remains a disaster and I don't see how I can be held responsible for that), and go back to physio for my piercing neck pain and spasming lower back. The burgeoning roster of visitors was fantastic, exactly what we needed to distract us all from t