Thursday was a weird day. I’d had a migraine the night before, and even though I’d taken my meds and scared 95% of it away, I still had that funny migraine-hangover feeling on Thursday morning. So I wasn’t 100% up to snuff, but I hope nobody at my outdoor storytime knew that, because I had a fun and funny group, with some repeat customers from our regular story time, so it was nice to see some familiar faces in a new place.
We do our storytime about a block north of the library, in a brand new commercial/residential complex. The inside courtyard is pretty nifty:
There are benches, and a little water jet wading fountain for the kids, and plenty of shade:
This is where we had the storytime – it was plenty shady, and away from people having early lunches.
I forgot to take pictures of the books I used, but they were all pretty successful. Old favorites like If You’re Happy and You Know It, Count the Monkeys, and Caps for Sale. I also used a new book that I thought might be fun: Let’s Be Animals. I had preschoolers, toddlers, and babies, so these books managed to bridge all those groups.
And then I went home and went to sleep. (Boss jokingly asked me later, “So were you really sick, or were you soccer-sick?” Because I can’t believe I slept through the U.S./Germany game either.)
Ramona’s come a long way, don’t you think?
Every council meeting should be this fun.
Everyone should – everyone who serves the public.
Yeah, I don’t think I’d put Birthday Twin’s books in the same category as “soft porn,” as this one mother did.
More tears for Harry Potter (don’t read this if you’re a twin)
Kate DiCamillo! She’s at ALA right now. I am not. Dammit.
A picture from the last day of filming for The Hunger Games.
From Friend D:
Homelessness – not THE homeless – is a problem that needs to be dealt with. This is an interesting post.
From Sister A:
From Mama Bear:
10 books, old and new, that are perfect for summer.
In What’s Annabelle Reading, what’s Annabelle NOT reading? Hoo boy. I was stalking the catalog to see when the new Robert Galbraith/J.K. Rowling book The Silkworm would come out, and I got myself first on the list, and sped through it. Another fine effort in the Cormoran Strike series. I have to admit, I’m still surprised that a mystery novel can come out of the woman who brought us Muggles and Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. Anticlimactically, I read The Hive, which was about mean-girl moms at a British elementary school, and yes, the clique, and it’s a hive, and the protagonist’s mother keeps bees, and yes, we get it, the Queen Bee, etc. etc., so stop hitting us over the head with the metaphor! Instantly forgettable.