Tuesday, January 23, 2007

chain of fools

Now, most of you faithful readers will know that I had to get glasses about a year and a half ago. It was a little traumatic, finding out that I was going to have to get used to wearing specs all the time. Turns out? I don't. Really, I just need them for driving (blurry = bad when you're behind the wheel) and for using the computer. Otherwise? Headaches ensue. So it's just better to wear them. I don't actually need them for reading or for just regular old walking around, so they're off my nose as much as they're on, most of the day. Now, all of you faithful readers will also know that I got myself a new job just a few weeks ago, and while I love it to pieces, the glasses are becoming a bit of a thing.

When I got my glasses, I was working in the e-Library. There wasn't an awful lot of reference to be done, really. There was some going over to the computer with the student and helping them out, but the majority of the ref was virtual. So, on the computer? Glasses on. Next job was Stelco, and the work was all computer. There was no going to the stacks with people, no real interaction with people at all, really. It was pretty much a full-on glasses on all day kind of job.

But now. Now, here's how it goes down: e-L in her office - at the computer - glasses on. Library user comes in - e-L goes to greet user - glasses off. We chat, maybe browse the shelves a bit, then inevitably, we head to the public access computers where either 1) the glasses stay on the desk in the office, and after about 3 minutes of searching the catalogue, the eye strain headache kicks in or 2) e-L sits down at the computer, then immediately excuses herself to go find her glasses which were left (hopefully) on the desk or in the near vicinity. (library folk, do you see where I'm headed with this?)

What I'm finding is that I never seem to have my glasses when I need them, and while the library isn't super busy just now (having just opened 3 weeks ago) I can foresee a time where I will lose my glasses because I'll be on-ing and off-ing them more frequently than ever. So. While it pains me to say this, I'm thinking it's almost time for....the chain.

Now, the chain isn't so bad is it? I mean it's practical, isn't it? Isn't it better to wear the chain that to lose ones glasses? Sure. Unless you work in a library. Because people, this is truly TRULY the ultimate stereotype of the librarian. It's right up there with the bun and the sensible shoes and this is so why I'm fighting the chain. I know there are some funky ones, but it's still...a chain. Do I have a choice in this matter? I guess I could wear them on my head, but I have visions of them falling in the toilet or in the cafeteria soup. Are there alternatives to the chain? Don't leave me hanging here, blogfriends. I turn to you for guidance.

Monday, January 15, 2007

it's official...

...the 30s are over as of tomorrow. Yes, blogfriends, it's the big 4-0 for e-L tomorrow. And it's really not that I'm so sad about turning 40, it's more that I'm really going to miss my 30s.

The 30s, well they were great. The 20s were great, of course, there was all that freedom. Mmmmm....freeeeedom.... But I still maintain that the 30s were better, so if that's the trend then shouldn't the 40s be even better? Perhaps...I guess we'll find out. Anyway, isn't 40 the new...something? 30? 20? 80? Who knows. All I know is that I don't know that I'm really ready to move into another decade. I liked being a 30-something. When I was 29 I was ready to be 30. I can't explain this, it's just how I felt. Now that I'm 39? Not so much. Again, I can't explain. But my 30s, they had a lot of goodness, and if you'll indulge the birthday-girl-to-be, this is the decade that was:

- I had my boys
- I got myself a kickass new job (ok that's just started so it's technically in my 30s, but closer to 40, but I'm taking it)
- I did some soulsearching and figured out (kinda) who I am and decided I like who I am and so I think I'll keep me
- I found strength that I totally never, ever thought I was capable of, but there it was, more than once, just when I needed it
- I learned that when people say they want to help, they really do, and honey you don't have to do it all, all by yourself
- I learned how to slow down and I learned the importance of taking time, of being present and mindful
- I learned how to love my family and friends more deeply than ever before, knowing that at any minute they can be taken away from me, and I will never take anyone for granted ever, ever again

There was more, but those stand out as highlights from the past 10 years right now. And lest you think that I'm going to spend my 40s in some sort of "navel-gazing-let's-spend-a-decade-moping-in-a-what-it-means-to-be-a-40-something-woman" frame of mind...

BIG piss-up at my place Saturday night. Boo-yah.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

pillow talk

My apologies to those of you who were thinking, given the title of this post, that I was about to embark on a review and discussion of the Doris Day/Rock Hudson movie. Sadly, today, I am not - but don't ever rule it out, because is that NOT one of the sassiest movies ever made?? It's just so brilliant. Okay, so obviously I do need to talk about that flick...promise.

Anyway, it's actual pillows that I'm talking about today because, well I've invested in a whole whack of new ones. Seriously. It was true Boxing Day Saleing for e-L - taking advantage of the 1/2 price Obus Forme pillows at Sears. This is what my life has been reduced to, yes. But I am at least embracing the reduction...that's gotta count for something.

So new year, new pillows. I've been saying this for a long time (really) but have never actually gone out and followed through, until this year. The pillow/head relationship should be a special one, no? And for me, for a very long time, it was. I had *my* pillows, and would take them everywhere - well, everywhere that I'd be sleeping that is - like I didn't take them to school or anything - that would be weird. But me and the pillows, we were tight. When I got married, the pillows followed. John had his pillow and I had me mine. They didn't match, we didn't go for all that match-match newly-wed boudoir stuff, so our bed looked weird, but hey, we were comfortable and happy.

Then. Came. Pregnancy. And me and the pillows? Well it just didn't work out. The pillows that had cradled my head for lo these many years started just not working. I was uncomfortable as I slept - not the fault of the pillows, you understand - just the result of being a ginormously huge pregnant woman who needed pillows not under her head, but under her back, between her knees and propping up her grossly swollen ankles. So my relationship with my pillows changed. I would do anything just to be comfortable, and sometimes that meant all the pillows and sometimes that meant no pillows. It was a total crapshoot. For nine months.

Then Charles was born, and I no longer used pillows - I was the pillow. For many, many weeks, Charles slept on me while I sat up in bed, on the chesterfield, at the dining room table, wherever Charles needed to sleep. If he wasn't sleeping on me, I was feeding him - but I was still a human pillow, and the only pillow I got to use was the one that I used to hold him while feeding. Once I had him surgically removed from me (for the second time) and he was sleeping in his crib (mostly), I could go back to my bed and my pillows. But honestly? They didn't wait for me. As in, I didn't recognize them anymore, it was like we broke up. I couldn't remember - were they the ones with the soft grey stripes? Or were they the pillows that had a cream-coloured design? Obviously, it was over between us.

So I lived in pillow limbo for many years. Just jumping from pillow to pillow, using whatever was around, whatever I could find. With little kids around? This is not as easy as you might think. Little kids have nosebleeds on pillows, they throw up on pillows and sometimes, well they wet the bed, managing to also wet the pillow.

So for 2007 I have taken charge of the pillow situation, and I have found pillow nirvana in the form of an "extra-firm-designed-especially-for-side-sleepers" Obus Forme pillow-of-happiness. And I will never, ever let it go before its time.

Even if I have to Bedazzle my damned initials on it.
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