Talkin' in your sleep

I used to talk in my sleep. Mom and Dad told me a story of how I once walked downstairs and asked if the movie was over. They told me yes and to go back to bed so I did. Apparently I was asleep the whole time.

But I NEVER talked in my sleep like this guy.

http://sleeptalkinman.blogspot.com/

My Summer

Sleep
Work
Class
Repeat

Ah blog, how I've missed you.

Missed because of summer class. I'm taking a class this summer called Electronic Resources for Children and Young Adults. I love this class! There are so many wonderful resources that I was only marginally aware of. Problem is I am taking the class in the summer. That means instead of an assignment due every week, I have one due every other day and that is a little overwhelming on top of all the reading involved.

I eat drink and sleep this class so it's a very good thing that I like it.

Next summer session is reference. I am sure I will be back to complaining.

Things that bug me...

People who feel that they are above the rules.

Maybe it should bug me more that those making the rules don't give any consequences for rule breaking.

Ever notice that rules only affect the honest people who are going to show general respect for others regardless of what rules there are?

Duck update

For those of you who were as worried as I was...

There was major duck drama here at the library yesterday when we tried to catch momma duck. She, of course, flew over the fence. Then two of her duclings managed to jump the low wall but the others couldn't make it. Momma started taking off with what she had so we quickly lifted the others through the fence.

Then we "herded" them down the street a la Make Way for Ducklings by Robert McClosky thinking that we would walk them all the way to the river 'cause that is the closest water source. But momma duck had other plans and as soon as she could get under some parked cars she did.

Ever try to catch a duck. Quick little boogers.

Anyhow, we caught the babies, momma flew circles until we brought the ducklings back to the library hoping to get momma to land and be captured. No such luck.

The reason we brought them back to the library is because three of the ducklings had fallen down the storm drain and momma duck was coming back periodically to check on them while we were chasing the other nine and we were afraid she wouldn't follow us to the river if we went that way. Sadly we couldn't get to the missing three and I didn't hear them this morning.

So now the ducks are gone. I am going to assume that they made it to the river last night and are floating peacefully down the Ohio River. And I DO NOT want to hear otherwise!

We have a duck at our library.

One day she was wandering around the garden and the next thing we knew she was sitting on a nest with 10 little eggs all cozy and warm.

It's been cute to see everyone involved in duckness. There have been calls to local wildlife experts to try to relocate her. The lawn care guys were careful not to trim the grasses around where she has her nest. After the eggs hatched the garden area was closed so they would remain safe. Conversations always seem to come back to whether or not you've seen the nest, the eggs, or the ducklings. I even saw bread crumbs out there a couple of times.

Tomorrow they leave for their new home at a park with a big lake and lots of other ducks. They'll be happier and safer there but I'll miss the excitement a little. It was nice to have something sweet and neutral to talk about for awhile.

I believe in miracles...

Miracles DO happen.

Case in point. I received my grade in Cataloging this afternoon. This is the class that really kicked my rear 20 years ago so much so that I withdrew from the class with an incomplete instead of accepting a failing grade on my transcripts. I know I whined and moaned about it this semester too but in the end I made 97.8 out of a possible 100 for the class.

They should just hand me my degree now.