Oh no! now everyone knows I am a woman of mature years! (Did you read Michele's last blog?) Its hard for me to believe I'm old enough to be Michele's mother and several of the other staff too. Am I really that old? I hadn't been seeing myself that way but when you are in your mid 50's, I guess you are getting old. At least a lot of other people are going down with me. Go to Hallmark and every card there seems geared to people my age getting older, falling apart, losing their memory. I just hope I don't become the crabby old librarian growling from my lair at the top of the stairs.
lair n. 1. The den or dwelling of a wild animal. 2. Obsolete. A resting
place; a couch. 3. Scottish. A tomb or grave.
Susan
2 comments:
Wow, Susan. I ALMOST didn't recognize you with your sunglasses and a cuban.
But you are our "Glinda---the GOOD librarian" at the top of the stairs~
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