So, we know part of it was the books...

Part of the reason I was a Children's Librarian for 10 years was the books. I still love them--kids books. I've written two and hopefully they will see the light of day some time. I guess another reason I wanted to work with kids is they make me smile more often than big people. I used to sit out back of my parent's old house and watch the neighbor kids and smile at their "being human." (That's what I called it in my journal at the time). To me that meant when they fought or when they used their imagination in play or just danced with themselves when they thought no one was watching...I'd smile...

The rest of the reason I chose children's work...was that I missed being a kid. I'm a creature of nostalgia. Read my fiction & you can tell that (OK, so for now you have to be a close personal friend for that to happen...or have access to obscure magazines and old newspapers...but wait for it). I missed being a kid and being with kids was the next best thing.

And that's all part of the reason I stopped being a children's librarian too--my job was becoming too much about teaching and literacy and community involvement...I'm an introvert of the first degree; my community is in my head and in my home...SO now I deal with big kids.

Watership Down

Obviously, I'm having an odd day today.

My favorite book of all time is "Watership Down" and it gifted me with the name I've given to the feeling I have today: "blind stares." In the book, the rabbits (forgive me if this is wrong...it's been a few years since the last time I read it) become so frightened that they do nothing but stare and don't see what's before them...On days like today I catch myself just staring through things. I can feel my eyes go out of focus. It's almost like meditation--feels the same in the brain. Some might call it zoning out...but I often "wake up" from these moments with pieces of inspiration...I kind of like them, but they don't make for productive days at the-work-that-pays-the-bills.

Speaking of which, lunch hour's over...

Before I go, we watched "Apocalypto" last night and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. A little predictable. Goofily gore-filled. He just had to use up that blue body paint he had left over from "Braveheart." There were some unintentional laughs (the jaguar puppet head was hysterical...and probably my favorite part)...but it wasn't too bad. And the child actor who played Turtle Whatsis the "Jaguar Paw's" son was astoundingly real. It was worth a free rental at the library :-)

{I didn't clip the movie link in here because Mel Gibson is a sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical, bigot...and I don't want to promote his work...snicker}