Autumn, At Last

It finally feels like autumn here in northeast Florida. After Wilma blew across the southern peninsula and the great white north blew a big breath south, the temperatures dropped much to my delight. The overnight temps have been in the low 40s, just perfect for sleeping with the window cracked a tad. I love the crispness in the air and am thankful to have full sun in the days.

Let's See... Trix or Sticks??

It's Time To Put On Makeup...

I abhor shopping, except when it comes to the Post Office. Today I snagged a handful of the new Muppet postage stamps and could hardly contain my joy. Looking at the oh so familiar faces reminded me of the countless hours I spent in front of the tv set as a kid. My mom and I both loved watching the Muppet Show for the guest hosts and the regular characters of the show. My favorites were Beaker and the Swedish Chef. My mom was nuts for Animal. Jim Henson was a creative genius and I'm delighted to see him memorialized in stamps.

Riddly, Riddly Ree... I See Something You Don't See...

... and the color of it is yellow. See that swirly yellow thingy? That's where I am.

My Little Pony

While at brunch over the weekend, I caught my first sight of a Guide Horse. I had no idea.

Sign of the Times

Bike sales boom.

Four-legged Family

If you've ever loved an animal as a member of your family, you'll relate to Florida Cracker's memory of Ranger.

Shhh... Quiet Please

The decorum in the library is typically quite quiet, which is expected. There is the occasional whining, crying baby or the volume-challenged elderly person who doesn't realize exactly how loud they're speaking. Friday night's solitude was disrupted by one disturbing view and one boy scout's innocent comment.

"Mama look! There's a butt!!"

The boy was correct. Sitting at public computer #2 was nearly one foot of ass-crack that the visually impaired couldn't have missed seeing. Several of us had noticed it earlier and through tears of stifled laughter wondered how he could not know he was practically mooning the library's patrons. It was a most unpleasant sight and was among one of the first things people saw as they entered the library.

Kudos to the mother who politely asked her child to be quiet and fought the urge to turn around to see what her son was referencing. Those of us behind the counter fought as well. We somehow managed to conduct business as usual and saved our painfully quiet laughter until after the boy and his mother exited the library.

Meanwhile, the glow remained from the computers... and it wasn't from the monitors.