My surgeon is a really funny person. This morning he wanted to know if I had any questions. I told him that, since I'm a librarian I felt obligated to do an Internet search on gallstones and I felt informed enough. So of course he felt obligated to quiz me and show me how uninformed I really am and how wrong the information on the Internet is. I told him he should share his wisdom with the National Library of Medicine. He said the problem with that information is that it's not written by surgeons. OK, he won that round. Anyway, gallstones are really crystallized cholesterol. That I knew. They become symptomatic for some reasons we know and some reasons we don't know. Pregnancy is a reason (not mine). Obesity (probably not mine). Sudden weight loss (maybe mine). I reviewed this yesterday. He also reassured me that he has never had to turn a laparoscopic surgery into an open surgery because of a previous gyno. surgery. Of course, he's never operated on me. But it was very reassuring to talk to him, and I told him I really, really wanted to keep my surgery simple. He said he would do that for me. Then we talked about enjoying solitude and he wanted to know if he could SCUBA dive at Silver Lake. I said the bottom is very murky. Then we talked about the importance of good transcription services, because he called in his dictation of my case to the hospital's service while I was there. He spoke really, really quickly and I commented on it. He said they can slow it down. He said they have a woman who comes in once a week, picks up his tapes from his office, types up the transcripts, drops them off & picks up the next tape, etc. Works out of her home. HEY! I want that job! He said good transcribers are really hard to find. This is maybe what I can do when I retire, work part-time doing this. I like to type and I used to love doing transcription from tapes. No interaction necessary, just you and the machine. Type fast and correct your own errors. Yes, I like the sound of it. Buy myself a medical dictionary and a good computer, work from home.

And now it's back to cataloging Port Henry's metallurgical and mining collection. yawn. ABC of iron and steel. Iron ores of the Clinton formation. Geology of Elizabethtown and Port Henry. But today I can have music on because the woman on the other side of my cubicle is out and no one else can hear it.

AND AND AND today is the last REAL day of the director's career. After this she becomes merely a part-time, interim employee here. And the sun is shining, appropriately. Tomorrow it is not supposed to, after the morning at least. Hopefully I will get out of bed early enough to enjoy some sun and work in my yard a little. This morning I shut off the alarm, thinking "I think it's Saturday and I don't have to go to work so I'll go back to sleep." I woke just after 7 and realized I had to leave for work by 7:20 at the latest. I barely made it and, after stopping at the Cadyville Gulf Station for the mandatory cup of coffee (where the owner always says, "Hi Kiddo!" to me), I was 5 minutes late for work.

I got most of the brunette of my hair cut off last night. It's short, very short. Spiky short, sticks up on top. To my hairdresser's disappointment, I opted out of a perm and instead had it shorn. I decided I don't want hair, I want short, really short. I'd have it shaved if that were socially acceptable. Anyway, she said the coloring I administered myself (always embarrassing to admit you did it yourself to your hairdresser) won't wash out of my hair, I'll have to wait for it to grow out. And why did I do that, anyway? I was bored and I'll never do it again, I swear. I do not look good as a brunette, no I do not. I'm a blonde, even if it's not light blonde, my hair is naturally blonde.

What a week it's been so far. The most boring week in the history of my career--and that's a loooong history. I became a librarian in 1977. For some reason everyone in the place has the same complaint. Maybe it's the weather (cloudy, rainy, gloomy but at least fairly warm). Maybe it's because the director is retiring tomorrow but announced yesterday that the board has asked her to serve as interim director until they hire a replacement (I must have been a very bad child and am being punished for it now). She will only work 2-3 days a week and her duties will be limited. They asked other people to do it but no one was interested. Rats! My heart hit the floor. Lub-dub lub-dub. These are the times that try [wo]men's souls. We had a big luncheon celebration yesterday, everyone brought some delicious food (except for the spaghetti part). We all felt rather foolish, since she'll be back on May 13th. I'll never be rid of this woman, she's like a booger you try to flick off your finger.

So work is not as stimulating as it might be. I'm cataloging and even that doesn't rock my world. I did discards as a pleasant diversion and that was boring. I can't bring myself to do weeding because I'm in the Holiday Collection and from there I go to the Professional Collection and puh-leeeeeeze! I can't bring myself to read book reviews because I just ordered $4000 worth of new books that are about to be wheeled over to my desk for my review before going out on the bookmobile (I hope they come before Weds., when I start my week off for gallbladder land).

I went for a tour of the hospital library today. The director came to me at 10:02 this morning and asked if I'd go in her place (I forgot to register myself). The tour started at 10. I was happy to go, had meant to go anyway, so it was good but it was long and I had to stand for 2 hours and wore the wrong glasses so couldn't see anything. It reminded me that I hadn't done any research on gallstones or the proposed laparoscopic surgery yet. We had a nice lunch in the cafeteria there, courtesy of the grant that's paying for these tours ("It's your special day, have dessert."). I sat with our former director, the man who hired me 20 years ago, who desperately wanted to be the Interim Director after M retires tomorrow. Apparently the board did NOT ask him. Anyway, after a demonstration of lots of medical data bases and websites I came back to work and looked up gallstones--causes of, removal of, types of, etc. Interesting. I feel like a much better patient now. Rapid weight loss can be a culprit. Maybe the 40 pounds I lost in 2003 caused their formation. High cholesterol can be a culprit, since these are most likely made up of crystallized cholesterol. Too little fat in my diet, or skipping too many meals can be a problem, as that will cause your gallbladder not to contract enough, storing the cholesterol in it and turning the chol. into stones. Isn't information a wonderful thing?

As for the surgery, now I'm more concerned that mine might be "open" surgery due to previous abdominal surgeries I've had, which may have caused scarring that would prevent use of the instruments necessary for laparoscopic surgery. But I always have to have something to worry about. And my internist already warned me to be ready to spend the night in the hospital. But I'm not planning to, I'm really counting on outpatient surgery, going home a few hours later. Come on, let's not worry about things we can't control. What will happen will happen so let's assume the best.

And still it rains here. Tomorrow may be sunny but the weekend most likely will not. This will be a good thing, since I need to clean my house in prep. of visits from my book group. We read The kite runner. What a good book. I also want to clean my bedroom, and have actually started that process. I must go to the dump. I must spray the huge philodendron with insecticidal soap again--that takes about an hour and requires putting a towel on the wood floor and squatting in uncomfortable positions to reach all 30 huge fronds and leaves.

Last night I cleaned the fish bowl, including rinsing off the plants and gravel. I put the guppies in a pan while I cleaned their house. When I put them back in the bowl they were thrilled and haven't stopped swimming very, very quickly all around the place. I yelled at them "Come on! It wasn't THAT bad," when they said that at last they could see where they were going. How those fish do go on.

Tonight is the first night I don't have any obligations after work. I can go home, walk the dogs if I want to (will I want to?), but will be there at a reasonable hour. I have to figure out what to cook for book group on Sunday and I have to get wine for Sunday dinner. Since the IRS doubled my tax return I have no money worries for the time being. I bought a bookcase at Lowe's last week. I need to assemble it. I can do that! I know how!

I tried to get some cataloging done but OCLC is so miserable today that I can't get to the records so I'll blog instead. I need to get the Akwesasne stuff worked on, they have a huge backlog of stuff. They're not online, though, so unfortunately I put them off until the bitter end. They're the library that's on the reservation so they're stuff is harder to find.

Not a productive weekend. Rained both days, although the sun came out yesterday in the afternoon. Did not inspire me to do much but I did start cleaning my bedroom. Sorted some clothes: threw out some old stuff, put some in a bag for Salva. Army, put some sweaters away. Whittling down the collection. Bought a shoe rack, put it together and put my 21 pairs of shoes on it. And that's not my summer shoes, which, granted, there aren't many pairs of. And I don't have any dress shoes, really.

I walked to camp yesterday at 6:30 in the morning. I can't go there this time of year without really thinking of Henry. He was really getting into the rhythm of opening camp, getting set for the season, taking on the responsibility of being the one who puts in the water, gets the docks in. And of course today is his birthday. I have such a hard time, miss him so keenly. He was my brother. But it was nice to be at camp and have open water. Last weekend a loon flew in front of me, across the 60' of open water along the shore. Yesterday I could hear the loon calling. It's so early for the loons to be back, but they must sense that spring is early this year and it's ok to be here.

And now it's the last week of my director's career. The countdown is underway. 4 days after today. The big retirement bash was Friday night. I had 3 quick drinks and got through the evening ok. Don't remember too many details. But then, I don't remember the details of much of last week. I'm sort of focused on getting through the rest of this week and my surgery next week, just planning on that stuff. Hard for me to focus on much else.

I called my bank's 800 number to get my checking account balance and there was a mystery $1200 deposit so I called the bank. It seems the IRS decided I erred in my tax return this year and doubled the amount of my refund. I asked to have my refund directly deposited in my account, so there it was, nestled sweetly in there. Enough to pay for my plane ticket to Denver in July, enough to pay my electric bill, my Sears bill and more. Plenty left over. Will wonders never cease. I'll put most of it in my credit union savings account, otherwise I'll just piss it away, that's what I do with money. I need money to buy boards for my deck. I need a new couch. I need a new box spring. Oh wait, that's more than I have.

And now it's time to try OCLC again, but I'm not optimistic. Perhaps I'll do some more discards. I love being a clerk, it's so easy!

easter ocean

easter ocean
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Before Iceout

Before Iceout
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Dogs watching TV

Dogs watching TV
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I met with my surgeon yesterday. He's going to remove my gallbladder on May 4th--2 weeks from now. He's really, really funny. He and I hit it off right away. After he drew me pictures of internal organs ("Have you ever seen a human liver?" Now when would I have seen that? "I don't know, maybe on tv or something." Well sure, on tv) and explained about bile ducts and what the liver and the gallbladder do, and explained what the surgery is like and how he does it and that there's no option that would include just removing the stones, we ended up talking about things like what we studied in college.

He was an economics major and just loved it. We both agreed that philosophy was something that we just did NOT get. I said, "I mean really, if a trees falls in the forest, it sends out sound waves, right? So it makes noise whether there's anyone there to hear it or not." He said THANK YOU! That's SCIENCE! He said he'd like to go back to college and take all the courses he didn't get to take the first time around. Then we talked about golf a while, and I said that I know such an incredibly diverse group of people who play golf, from laid back college professors and librarians to intensely competitive assholes, that I figure it must be a really nice game. He said he plays once a year with his father and that it is a really nice game.

Then we talked about where we each live and how great it is to have neighbors. He said I'm entitled to have a second opinion (I said I don't need one) and that if I don't want a brown-eyed bald surgeon I'm welcome to try to find a blue-eyed one. He said he's done about a thousand gallbladder removals. I said, and so far you haven't told me about anyone you killed. He said surgical mortality is considered to be anyone who dies within two weeks of surgery, and he had two patients die within two weeks of their surgery. This led to the lengthy descriptions of the cases. One was a many dying of heart disease who ultimately died of a heart attack. The second was a woman who was 5' tall and weighed 450 pounds, hadn't been out of bed for the 6 months preceding the surgery who ended up dying of pneumonia. I said that surgery must have been truly, truly disgusting. He said it was revolting. What he does is make tiny incisions and stick these long skinny instruments and a camera inside, rather than making a big incision. With her, he said his instruments weren't long enough to reach the gallbladder so he had to make an incision, then he was up to his elbows just to reach the gallbladder. How gross. I said if I ever get that fat I hope someone will shoot me. He said I'll be among the thinnest of the patients he'll operate on. God this is a country full of fat people.

So now I have to have blood work done and an EKG (all of which I had done in the ER, but we are a country that loves to have tests done). I've called Lin, who is a wonderful caregiver and great friend, and she will take the day off to drive me to the hospital, wait for me while I'm having the surgery and drive me home. I'm supposed to have someone spend the night with me or else spend the night in the hospital, but I won't make her stay and I'll be just fine. The doctor doesn't want me to drive for a week, but he said that is mostly for my insurance company's reasons. Physically he says I'll be fine but if I have an accident he won't be able to say I'm in perfect physical health for a week. So I've asked for a week off but don't know what I'll do.

And here at work we're gearing up for our union elections. The newest librarian, who is not really a "team player" but who has decided she wants to control lots of things now, has decided to run for unit president. I've been president for a long, long time. She says someone asked her to run and they've decided it's time for a change. She said she wanted her own slate of officers so has asked two other people to run with her, but they didn't tell Julie (who's been vice-president along with me) or me, they just had people sign their petitions without telling us they were running. I found out yesterday when I started getting signatures on my petition. I told her I didn't mind if she ran but I thought it was divisive to do it the way she had and I wished she had come to me and said she was planning to run. I also said I wouldn't run against her because I don't want to split the group that way. It's too small a group to have 2 candidates, and I don't want to have that sort of dissention. So now the bunch on ingrates can have her. She won't stand up to management, she'll cave in. She won't insist on enforcing the contract, or full health insurance with no co-pay when we negotiate the next contract, nor will she insist that they offer two health insurance plans. She won't fight for the things I've been fighting for for the past 5 years. But the hell with them (and me, I guess), if that's what they want, let them have Bush for President and her for their union. I don't feel betrayed, I just feel the same way I feel about this country: people don't understand what they're doing, what they're asking for. We'll give up a LOT and it won't work out well, but there's really not much I can do. I won't miss fighting with management, and I won't miss hearing people complain to me (though maybe they'll complain about different things now) and I won't miss being in charge. It will be nice to NOT be the president, I have to admit. No responsibility. It's truly a thankless job and in some ways it's a lot of work and it's always a lot of worry. So in the end is a positive thing for my life. It's just the way it's being done that sucks.

Your True Birth Month Is June

Fussy
Abiding
Friendly
Stubborn
Talkative
Sensitive
Executive
Hesitating
Easily hurt
Active mind
Easily bored
Daydreamer
Loves to joke
Tends to delay
Temperamenta
lBrand conscious
Loves to dress up
Having lots of ideas
Good debating skills
Funny and humorous
Thinks far with vision
Prone to getting colds
Polite and soft-spoken
Able to show character
Seldom show emotions
Knows how to make friends
Easily influenced by kindness
Takes time to recover when hurt
Choosy and always wants the best
Those who love me are enemies;
Those who hate me are friends



Well, I don't love to dress up and I don't get the part about those who love me are enemies and those who hate me are friends, but there are truths in some of the other stuff. I woudn't mind having a birthday in June. When I was little my father let me pick a different month to have my birthday in because he and I thought it wasn't really fair to have a December birthday. I wasn't very imaginative and I picked October. Guess I should have picked June.

ICEOUT
I think, today. There's very little left on the lake, and what there is could barely be considered ice, it's very slushy and in the middle.
I went to camp on Saturday, a beautiful, 70-degree day. All is well at camp but a few trees have come down in most unfortunate places. Some are big and will have to be dealt with in ways the family is not prepared to deal with. The dogs took the first swim of the season--at that point there was about 60' of open, clear and beautiful water along the shoreline. I took pictures, as I do each spring. It was really, really nice. The only ice I've found on the ground anywhere is at Rogers Camp Sonci, which is what I always find.

I spent most of the day sitting in the sun, reading The kiterunner. This is a beautifully written but incredibly sad novel about Afghanistan before, during and after Soviet and Taliban occupation. I suppose the Taliban in reality is still in control there. Anyway it's a long story but very emotional. At one point, when the main character is getting ready to adopt a child I cried. Adoption, children, that usually makes me feel very empty and like crying. Add the that the misery of these people. Anyway, I finished it and can carry on a cohesive conversation with the rest of my book group when they come to my house. I got a terrible sunburn because I was so engrossed in the book I forgot I was sitting in the sun. The dogs were great and did NOT wander. The girls kept going for brief jaunts in the woods, and went down to Ken's camp to see if he were there. He was not, much to their disappointment.

Sunday was another sterling day. I went to Sunday dinner and Fred was there, for the first time in months. It was nice to see him in a social setting (he's on my board and we've been attending negotiating sessions together since January). When I got home I felt as if I should be raking and doing things around the house, as all 3 of the other attendees at dinner had said they were going to be industrious after the meal. I raked for about 15 minutes and declared that I cannot stand to rake, do not really see the point in it and will not do it anymore. I cleared out 2 flower beds, where daffodils are emerging and crocuses are in bloom. Then I went inside and cried because I miss my brother.

I think of him whenever I do things to/around my house because he was such a source of support for me, and he loved to do things at my house. I also feel that I am not worthy of having such a house in such a beautiful spot, because I neglect the house and its grounds. I feel that houses, like cars, serve us well and we should (in return) treat them with respect and good maintenance. I do not do this to my house. I have plans for massive cleaning over Memorial Day, when I have 5 days off, and I know that I will work on the outdoor stuff soon, but I feel inadequate to the task of making the house what it really needs to be. Sometimes I think that eventually it will fall down around me, and there I will be, sitting on my couch in front of my television, surrounded by dogs. There are things I should be attending to that cost money, and things that don't cost money. I will get to those that don't cost money and will continue to worry about those that do cost money.

On Thursday I made my plane reservations for my July trip to Colorado. I will meet up with 17 of my friends from junior high school and high school for 5 days. This group used to get together every 5 years but has decided that we need to gather more often than that. It's been 3 years since we were last together. I wasn't sure I would go, but I got a lot of encouragement from 3 members of the group, so decided that yes, they want me there, so I charged the $450 ticket, selected my seats (hoping I picked the right side of the plane that flies over my house so that I will be able to see Silver Lake en route) and am now set to go. Two planned activities so far are fly fishing lessons and an evening spent riding horses to a remote spot where we'll be fed a gourmet meal and lots of wine, then be driven home. They did that the last time they reuned in Colo. Expensive evening but a lot of fun.

Friday I went to a workshop in Potsdam. Saw several people I know well (when you've been in the same area in the same profession for 20 years you sure do accumulate plenty of friends in the field). I also visited with Jenica's coworker Marianne, who read my nametag and said "Oh--YOU'RE Aunt Betsy!" Met someone who works with Drew. I love the small world aspect of where I live and work, and that Jenica is a part of it. I never would have thought it would end up this way but it's so great that it has worked out.

And today I spent the morning in Lake Placid, a last minute assignment meted out by the Director. A meeting of member librarians, this group was a bunch of I really like so it was fun. The director neglected to tell anyone here that I was going to the meeting from home, however, so no one knew where I was. They were really worried about me and finally called her at the meeting to ask if they should try to reach me at home. She said, "She's right here with me." Didn't go over well but I really appreciate knowing that they worry about me when I don't show up. When you live alone you wonder what will happen if you just don't show up to things--will anyone notice?

This whole week is supposed to be wonderful weather. My early daffodils will get a good jump on things. I put my screen door on yesterday. I think this is the earliest I've ever done that. I slept with the window wide open last night, it felt great. I have purple finches galore at the feeder and am waiting for bright yellow goldfinches to show up. A chickadee flew into the house yesterday and I had to capture him by putting a towel over him and carrying him outside. He was dazed from hitting the window so was docile and let me pet him. I got his nails stuck in the towel so had to un-stick them one at a time, little tiny feet. He sat on the table on the deck for a long time, blinking while he regained his wits and composure before flying away. Whew!

NICE SUBJECT HEADINGS

I'm cataloging a bunch of different stuff for Keene Valley, audio books, old mountaineering books, then I come across some juvenile books. Two subject headings strike my fancy: the first is this one, "Illinois--Family life--Juvenile fiction." This fits nicely into my life. Yes, it was juvenile fiction, my family life in Illinois. The second subject heading was this: "Problem solving--Juvenile fiction." Yes, it's often a thought of childish fiction to think that we could actually solve some of life's problems.

Cataloging children's books is both entertaining and a huge amount of work. Because we're molding the minds of the youth of America, we must be careful what we use as access points. We must also use a maximum number of access points. So for one book we have "Racially mixed people;" "New Orleans--Social life and customs;" "Illinois--History;" "United States--Civil War;" "Family life;" "Race relations." Everything but rabbits. No, rabbits show up in the next book I do, which also has "Brothers and sisters" and "Problem solving" as subject headings. Children's services is an area of library service I have never been tempted to be drawn to, with the exception of schools. In my odd moments I have toyed with the idea of being a school librarian, and then I've thought I would want to work with young children, who were just discovering the magic of the written word. I love that moment in their lives when it all comes together for them.

Well, on to the next book, which is about "Helpfulness," "Helping behavior" and "Animals". The latest trend in cataloging is to use the subdivision "Fiction" rather than "Juvenile fiction." This I really object to, since there is a HUGE difference, obviously, between a novel about the Civil War and a book written for an 8 year old about life during the Civil War as seen through the eyes of an 8-year-old.

When I'm finished with the bunny book I have to do a videocassette of classic television shows of the 50's. My job is not boring.

WHAT A WEEKEND
While the guppies gupped on Saturday I was actually productive. I vacuumed, I cleaned, I laundered, I went to the dump with TWO bags of garbage, recyclables and newspapers (saving enough to do what I've been planning to do for 2 years: cover with newspaper the part of the garden that's full of that horrible wild oregano/marjoram/whatever that Jamie's mother so generously shared with us more than 10 years ago that has now taken over my lawn, my garden, my world). Then I burned trash and picked up my yard a bit. It was a beautiful, unbelievably beautiful day. Warm and sunny, t-shirt weather. No jacket, short sleeves. Who would believe. After being productive, by 2:00 I just couldn't produce any more so I hauled out my chair and sat in the sun on the lawn (tough to find a spot that's not in the middle of a minefield of dog poop, but I did it) and read a magazine. More than miraculous was the fact that all three dogs were outside and did NOT wander, even though there were bogwalkers next door. Jackson dozed in the sun peacefully. The girls checked out the neighborhood, going down to Ken's camp and returning, going off into the woods and returning, all short trips. Good for them. It was a good day, a cheerful day, a productive day, a day to be proud of.

But then came the middle of the night, when I woke at 3:30 in great pain. Chest pain, back pain, excruciating pain. I got up, tried everything I could think of to relieve the pain. At 7:30 I called Bill to tell him I wouldn't be at Sunday dinner and I drove myself to the emergency room in Plattsburgh. Although I didn't really think I was having a heart attack, in America they keep telling us that the number one cause of death in women is heart disease. So I walked into the ER and said I was having chest pains. I love the way they respond to that. Hook you right up, give you baby aspirin to eat. They did an EKG, determined I was NOT having a heart attack. Spent hours figuring out what I was having. Did a sonogram of my gallbladder and found gallstones. Swell. So the final diagnosis was gastritis and gallstones. They tried a number of things to cure the pain, but only my best friend morphine would do it. I lovelovelove morphine. I spent 10 hours in the ER, lying on a bed hooked up to a heart monitor, separated from the next bed over by a mere curtain. 4 other patients came and went while I was there. The first was a man who also drove himself to the hospital from Constable (where we have a bookmobile stop, so proudly I knew where it was, but not a single other person there did). He was having a heart attack and was ultimately wheeled to the cardiac unit, after he got morphine, which I coveted.

Second patient was a man who proudly passed a kidney stone, which he kept in a pill bottle. It was a big one, and all the nurses admired it.

Third patient, and this was the one who nearly provoked me geriatric homicide, was a 75-year old woman from AuSable Forks, whose 4 adult (I use the term loosely) children came with her. Seems she has one artificial leg and was trying to get into her son's truck (now mind you I heard this story at LEAST 10 times) by stepping onto a milk carton (you know, one of the plastic ones). The milk carton slipped, she fell and gashed her leg on the running board ("The running board weren't even metal, it was fiberglass, and it ain't even sharp"). The gash apparently was huge ("When I do somethin' I do it right"), 4" by 6" and she is diabetic and has circulatory problems (she lost her other leg to gangrene because she didn't take care of a wound). I had to listen to them say "Him and I" ALL AFTERNOON. They were going to Pbg to buy a gas grill. I know so many details of their lives it's really pathetic. They didn't all fit inside the curtain, there were too many of them. They had a cell phone that rang really loud rock music. They kept talking about food and I felt like puking already. They all got really quiet when the doctor or nurse came to talk to me. They complained that she didn't get good enough care ("We shoulda gone to Saranac Lake, they didn't even ask if we wanted to come here"). She had to pee and asked for a catheter because it would be easier than using a bedpan. God I don't want to get obese and old. Finally, 4 doctors looked at her (which meant I had to hear the story 4 more times--this after the change in shift meant all the nurses had to be filled in on the case anew) and they whisked her off to surgery to deal with her leg.

Patient number 4 was the most pathetic. Having a heart attack. Half senile, living in a nursing home. Pretty deaf. Colostomy. Wearing a diaper. Accompanied by her daughter. So here's what I heard constantly "I can't hear you. What? I can't hear you. I'm peeing. My bowels are moving. What? I can't hear you." Jenica, if I get like that and someone has assigned me to your care (I won't), put a pillow over my face. It was awful listening to it. The daughter had incredible kindness and patience.

So I finally got discharged, at 6 p.m. with a prescription for Vicodin (by now the morphine had worn off). Well guess what, there's no pharmacy open in Plattsburgh on Sunday evening. So I had to wait until yesterday, when I took Ken to Saranac Lake for his eye appointment, where I had the prescription filled at the creepiest, strangest pharmacy I've ever been in. But I got the pills, I take the pills and the pain is better. I have an appointment with a surgeon next week. I didn't have a heart attack. My heart is fine. My liver and pancreas are fine.

This is a long boring post but my day was long and boring. Yesterday wasn't a bad day. I took the day off to take Ken to the doctor. We really do have a nice time together. His appointment took an hour, then he insisted on taking me to lunch (as if I felt like eating). We ate at the Hotel Saranac, the only restaurant I could think of in that town. We came back on the Franklin Falls Road, which winds along two bodies of water, Franklin Falls and Union Falls, both created by damming up the Saranac River. There were a bunch of kayakers getting ready to do the rapids on the river at one spot. Ken said "Does that look like fun to you?" YOU BET! It looked like a whole lot of fun to me, I envied them. Anyway, the ice was partly out of both lakes, as opposed to Silver Lake, where there's just the tiniest bit of open water along the shore. The water was deep, deep blue. The woods were brown, the sky was blue. It could have been November or April, but you knew it was April, full of optimism.

MY GUPPIES

Last night I went to PetsMart to get dog food and bird seed, and I was hypnotized by the fish tanks. I searched for the guppies and asked the kind young man if he would help me. Yes, he said he would. I want guppies. "Guppies? Like these?" Yes, I guess like those. "Do you have a tank?" No, not a tank, a goldfish bowl. "A BOWL?" Yes, a bowl. He thought, I'm sure, "I might as well put these poor fish on the floor and have you stomp on them, that's a good a chance as they have surviving with you as their owner." We chose 2 boys and 2 girls for me. These are not the guppies of my youth, they have fancy tails and are pretty big, about and inch and a half long. But very pretty. "Do you want plants?" Yes of course I want plants. "You may want to think about getting artificial ones, live ones probably won't survive." Again, thinking "I may as well tie them to your bumper and have you drag them home, that's their best shot at survival with you." So I picked out 2 live plants and bought one fake plant. "You'll need a filter and an air stone, some water conditioner and of course the food." OK, I can do this. I want them to have a good home, a home they can be proud of. "Do you , like, live an hour or more away?" I clearly have the look of someone who does not have neighbors. "No, they'll be ok." As long as I race home. So home I went, NO NO NO not a red light. Get out of the way, people, the lives of 4 guppies are at stake here.

Next task: locate the goldfish bowl. This was a bowl that Jamie bought in RI many, many years ago when Mark had one of his famous fish dinners, where he covers the table with plastic, puts water on the table and buys a lot of feeder goldfish (fish meant to be food for other fish) and has them swim around the table while you eat. This is a fantastic feat and so much fun it's not to be believed. Anyway, Mark said the fish were all of poor quality, cost 11 cents a piece and would all die but Jamie (being Jamie) did not believe him so we took 50 fish home with us. All but one were dead within a week. That one fish lived for several months and Mark got to know more than Jamie about fish.

So...find the bowl. It's in the mud room, this I know. The mud room is armpit-deep in stuff. I found the boards from the old boathouse that Henry wanted me to keep. I found the red bucket, lid soldered shut, that Grampy used to sit on while he caned. I found shop vac, plastic wrap from futon, pots for deck, canning jars, and of course, since I'm a box hoarder, lots and lots of boxes. FINALLY, at the bottom of it all was the goldfish bowl. YEA! I set it up, I washed the gravel, I conditioned the water, I put in the bubbler, the plants and, at last, the fish. By now the dogs are incredibly jealous of the fish. As soon as I put the bowl down on the stand they all come right up to it and snot it totally. The fish are happy, but spend the evening on one side of the bowl, next to the television. They can't see the picture but seem to like listening to CSI. They are apparently happy in their new home. Tess likes to watch them. They are still alive this morning but I forgot to feed them. I don't like the constant hum of the pump. It may not run all the time that I'm home but it can run while I'm at work and during the night. My well water can go right into the bowl because it's not treated. They are happy fish. Tracey at work says they will multiply like, well, like guppies. I hope so.

The pope is on the radish is what Ken said to me Friday night when I arrived at his house. I'm not sure what that means but my mother and I agreed that it pretty much means you're on your way out. Sure enough, to Molly's ultimate relief I'm sure, the pope finally gave it up. And now Prince Charles has to make last-minute changes in his wedding invitations (what an inconvenience!) and change the date of his wedding. My gosh what a center-of-attention kind of guy that pope turned out to be. Stealing Terry Schiavo's thunder, even.

But I managed to eke out a pleasant weekend anyway. I even cleaned my bathroom, an odious task. I finally gave the dogs my old toilet brush, the most coveted chew toy of all. Eeeeewww, gross, I hear you squeal. But Tess and Chances and I have been playing "where can I put it so you can't get it" for a year now. I bought a new, improved brush and keep it on top of the window in the bathroom, the only place I've discovered that Tess can't reach. So I left the old one in a lower spot and she triumphantly pranced into the living room with it. Jenica knows how she prances, ears cocked just right, tail wagging enthusiastically, front paws trotting high like a Tennessee walker's (my plastic horse named Chesapeake was a Tenn. walker, he was a palomino and I believe now lives in Naples, lucky horse). Anyway, she and Chances now share their new chew toy. Who can begrudge them something so proudly acquired. And such a cheap toy!

So I cleaned the bathroom, changed the bed, vacuumed Jack's horrible hair and brushed him on the deck (no, brushed him while he was on the deck, not brushed his deck). Then I watched 2 of the videos I had, one a Matt Damon Bourne flick. He's cute. The other was The Door in the Floor, with Jeff Bridges (who is getting less cute as he ages, looking more like his father. Who remembers Sea Hunt, where Lloyd Bridges wore swim trunks up to his navel? Only Molly, I'm guessing) and Kim Basinger, who is ethereally beautiful. Now I send them back and get two more, hopefully Neverland and another one I forget which. Surprise me. Sideways comes out in DVD tomorrow, I'll put that in my queue.

It rained all day on Sat., a perfect day to watch cooking shows and videos while having a gentle fire in the stove, eating popcorn and having your dog lie on top of you. Not a bad day. My sump pump came on, a great sign of spring--the permafrost is thawing. The frost line is about 7 feet down, so this is real progress. The mud is quite respectable this year. I muck through it to get to the car. It's boot-sucking mud and I'm having fun playing in it, trying to get rid of the deep ruts I made the last time I drove to the house. This is one of mud season's great pleasures, rearranging the mud. I had grosbeaks at the bird feeder, just one pair but they sure looked happy. While I was vacuuming the dogs started to bark, looking out the window. I looked too, and a wild turkey was walking up my driveway toward the house. When it heard the dogs it turned around and ran down the hill. They do look funny when they run. Later on I let Tess out and she flushed him out by the bird feeder, put him up into the woods. They look most impressive when they fly, they're really huge birds. When I told Ken about it he asked why I didn't shoot it. Well, I have no gun, that's really why.

Sunday dinner was quite the event. Visitors before dinner, visitors after dinner, then Bill's brother Carl arrived from Penn., a surprise visit. Bill and I don't really like Carl but Ken adores him so it was a really nice thing. Carl was surprisingly charming to me (he usually pretty much ignores me). He'll stay today and leave this afternoon. Ken is thrilled to have him there so it's very nice. Ken's foot is completely healed, as of Friday night. Ken asked if I would come tonight, though, to take another look at it. We showed it to Carl yesterday so I suspect this is really a social call, which is fine with me. Ken and I are so used to our daily visit that I'll continue to stop by a few times a week for a while, until he gets busier with his spring time chores and is out until dark.

Late to work this morning. These are hard days for me to get up at 6. I have no real excuse, just that my brother is dead. I told my boss this morning that this was a really hard time for my family. Her face actually expressed compassion for a moment, and she was very kind. She said it was a good time to put my head under the pillow and not come out. That's her way of saying she's sorry for my pain. She's an only child so has no idea of a sibling relationship, and is excused for this. She was kind, that's what counts. Tomorrow, I vow to be on time. It's embarrassing to be late so often. At least spring is here, slow, early, but here nevertheless. Ken had red-winged blackbirds at his feeder. I'm jealous, that's one of my favorite spring sounds, their trill.

Oh that silly old pope. He just won't let go, will he. Even in death there is life, huh.

The sun is shining, after a night of rain. The rain helped me get rid of a lot of snow in my yard. A LOT of snow. There are patches of bare ground now, actual bare ground. Still plenty of snow, but bare ground in spots. And the pussy willows outside my kitchen window are starting to appear. If that's not spring...
I saw a goose on the Saranac River where I get my coffee (OK, I don't get my coffee IN the river) this morning. My hairdresser, who lives on a lake that's at least as frigid as mine is, said the geese have returned to her lake and they're walking around on the ice as if to say "Where's the water?" They're really back too early but it seems to be an early spring this year. This could mean anything: that it will snow a lot in April, that it will rain for the entire month of May, as it did last year, or that we'll just get lucky and have a nice, luxurious spring. Ken believes that the weather for the month is determined by the last three days of the preceding month. If that's the case, April will be 50 degrees and sunny. I can stand on my deck naked and bang the dog bowls a lot.

Awakened this morning to discover that one dog had chewed a hole in a grade-A pair of pants, that actually fit me. Dog #2 scraped the diamond stud out of my ear with her giant paw. At least this time I found the earring. Dog #3 pooped a big runny mess, with a solid turd decorating the whole thing, standing upright in the middle of it like a sculpture, in the middle of one of the rugs. Why always on the rug? What's wrong with vinyl tile? My house reeks of dog poop. I cleaned up the mess but of course can't get the runny part out so I put the rug on the deck railing--my solution to everything I can't deal with. I was sort of hoping it would rain today and rinse my troubles away.

Retirement parties being planned for my director. A woman who has really caused me grief, interfered with my ability to do my job, insulted me, complimented me, told me how much she likes me, told me I'm brilliant, the most intelligent person in the building, on and on the list goes. Now I have to pay $30 to have dinner and "honor" her, contribute to a gift for her, spend an evening listening to other people pretend to pay tribute to her as well. She's spent the library system into a deficit for the first time, alienated a loyal staff, dragged out contract negotiations for the second contract term, and more. But I digress. The staff has decided to have an in-house luncheon party for her. Spaghetti. She'll do her usual tuck-the-napkin-in-her-blouse so she can eat like a pig. I've been asked to make cheesecake. Then I have to watch her eat spaghetti. She has the manners of a cavewoman. Smacks her lips like a trucker. No offense to truckers of the world. But then, on May 2nd I'll come to work and she won't be my boss anymore. I'm not sure how I'll react.

And this weekend it's supposed to rain. 50 degrees and rainy. I'll have a fire in the stove to take the dampness out, take naps, watch videos, do crossword puzzles and clean my house. Too ambitious? except for the napping. I may take the dogs for a walk. I like the effect of rain on snow, it gets foggy in the woods and is really beautiful. Last night Jackson disappeared in the pouring rain for 2.5 hours. Where he goes on these forays no one knows. He could be standing in the woods behind the house for all I know. As soon as I tuck myself into bed he hops on the back deck and barks at the back door, though, never fails. Funny boy.

One of the great things about living where I live and how I live is that I can go out on my deck, stark naked at 8 o'clock at night and bang two dog dishes together really loudly for as long as I want to to call in the brown girls. No one cares that I'm naked and no one cares how much noise I make. Plus, that's a real sign of spring: I'm outside at night, in bare feet and bareass and its NOT THAT COLD. Of course, 40 isn't exactly warm, but I was barefoot on my deck and there was no snow. Miracle of miracles. And of course the dogs came running up the driveway, as they always do when they hear metal on metal. They are really cute when they come running side by side like that, like a team of horses.

And mud season has arrived. I won't be driving to the house for a while. I almost got stuck last night when I got home from work, got buried well into my tires by the house. There's still snow in the yard and the woods, but the driveway is thawing. Huge mud wallow in front of the house and at the bottom of the driveway. So I hauled out my Wellies and slogged on down this morning, inhaling the dampness of the snow melting. I love the smell of early spring but it's really hard on my asthma. Good over bad, though, I enjoy it enough to overcome the wheezing. Scissors cut paper.

I think Ken and I have reached the saturation point with each other. We have run out of things to say. We sit in silence for part of the evening. I'm tapped, completely tapped. We recount the events of the day (how much can I say about which audio books I cataloged for Saranac Lake?), talk about the pope's feeding tube and Terry Schiavo, still alive. I did finally ask him why it would be all right to remove HIS feeding tube if he were in her state (Fla.)(no, vegetative) but it's not all right to remove hers. He said I was right, there is no difference between the two situations. Tonight I expect to hear more on this, he will mull it over all day in his solitude.

This weekend we turn our clocks ahead to what Ken calls "Fast Time." I can't believe how light it will be, since it's already light until nearly 7 o'clock now. It seems that spring is coming really quickly. Ken saw a chipmunk already, and it's really early. The lake is getting dark, which means the ice is getting thinner. The sun is high in the sky and warm, very warm. I don't have a fire every night (although it does get cold in the living room, I admit--I'm just really tired of building fires). The dogs have wanderlust. If I let him, Jackson disappears for hours every night. Last night I walked him on a leash twice when he needed to pee and poop. He thought that was really, really queer, but he made his potty like a good boy.

And of course Henry is always in my thoughts. Driving to and from work I think back to last year, what he was going through, what we were all going through. It was awful, and who could believe that he would die. Not my brother, so full of life and so determined in all he did. There are so many times when I still can't believe he's dead, when he's so alive to me. What an amazing person he really was.

Back in the land of the working/living. Went to Rhode Island, survived the trip, health actually improved while I was there. Since we rarely do much more than sit around the living room and visit (and drink wine, Limoncello and eat) it wasn't a strenuous trip and I did manage to recuperate from my bronchitis. I called my doctor, who scolded me for going back to work, but said it would take me a long time to feel better. She was right. Now I'm still coughing and snorting (like a horse, no?) but am on the road to recovery. Have 2 more doses of antibiotics left.

Rhode Island was peaceful, not sad as I expected. I am doing all right during this time. I apparently did my mourning, had a depressive episode last month. And what an episode it was. Now I feel ok, I can think of my brother without crying, can remember the wonderful things we did together, the wonderful things he did for me and the joy he brought me. We spent a week together one Thanksgiving when Jenica was in college--he drove out in his truck, came early and stayed at my house, just the two of us. It was the year he began sculpting the landscape around my home. I went to work on Monday morning and told him he could cut down any and as many trees as he wanted. "REALLY?! No one ever said that to me before!" When I came home I was appalled at what I saw: a big huge bare space. He was really nervous about what I'd say, and he asked what I thought. It looks great! I said, I'd never let him know what I really thought, that too many trees were down. "If you live on top of a hill you should have a view," he said. "You should be able to see Whiteface, Catamount, Douglas and Silver Lake Mountain." The next day I went to work again, wishing him good luck and lots of fun. Gradually his sculpting took shape and by the end of the week my land looked wonderful, beautiful, with a spectacular view of the mountains--something I'd never envisioned. I didn't realize I had that view, but he knew it was there. There was one tree, though, that he couldn't cut--it would land on the power line. Boy how that pine tree drove us both crazy over the years. As the years passed he continued to fine-tune the view, always cutting a tree here, a tree there, and I always told him he could cut as many trees as he wanted. I loved watching him cut trees--it was truly one of the great joys of his life.

And now I'm back from my mother's house and I can report that she is doing all right. Her snow is melting fast and the daffodils are up about 5 inches, her snowdrops are in bloom and I saw a crocus blooming as well. She's got a lot more spring than we do here. There's still no bare ground around my house but I'm starting to have problems getting up my driveway, there's mud at the bottom. The driveway is the first to go in mud season. I had a nice Easter with Liza and Mark. We went to inspect the town beach, amid rumors that it had shrunk terribly with the storms of fall and winter. Well, there's not much of it left at high tide. The ocean was beautiful, a deep, deep blue, and it was a clear day. You could see Block Island, Point Judith and there were gentle waves (and a loon!). But the beach was definitely missing. The last time this happened the town trucked in a lot of sand to create a new beach. Let's see what they do this year. As Liza says, there are plenty of beaches for us to go to.

I boarded Jackson while I was gone and when he got home he barked to be let in, barked to be fed then climbed on the couch and went to sleep as if the whole episode had been a dream. Funny boy. The brown girls had a grand visit to Liza's. Tess and Liza's dog adore each other and tear the house apart playing--they rough house and we let them do it for as long as we can stand it before throwing them in the pen. Someone ate half of the dead fish from the pond but it wasn't my dogs, they didn't have time. So far there were 2 dead fish, don't know about fish #3. Big fish.

And Ken missed me while I was gone, he said it 3 times. "It's just not right when you're not here in the neighborhood." We had a good visit last night and caught up on the news. Terry Schiavo and the Pope are still alive. He collected $4 more for the iceout pool. Our friends the Holts were here for the weekend with the plans for their new house--they plan to start construction this summer. Ken and I are back on track, I'll stop there tonight.

And now work beckons. Catalog that iron mining collection for Port Henry.

And now I'm back at work, day 2 of that. The nurse practictitioner/PA/whatever I saw said I should call today if I weren't feeling better. How much better should I be feeling? is the question of the day. I'm still coughing and my ears are still congested. So I did what my mother told me (at least 5 times) to do when I spoke to her last night: I called the doctor's office. They will call me back to tell me what to do. The receptionist seemed to think that 4 days of antibiotics should have had more of an effect. Perhaps, who knows. Anyway, I can't get to work before 10:15 because I can't get to sleep before 1:30 and therefore can't get up anywhere near 6:30. Last night Jackson was outside for 4.5 hours, from 11:30 to 4. In my illness/sleepy/dream-tainted haze between 3:30 and 4 I had him gone from my life for good (what 13 year old dog can be gone during the night for that many hours and still return? Oh how lucky am I to have an indestructible dog, a wanderer who takes long, meandering walks in the early spring nights). Well, it was a good thought while it lasted.

So today I feel...crummy but not horrible. My brother's "situation" of last year of course is a weight I'm carrying right now, as are we all. I seem to have had my intense reaction for the past few weeks and am now coming out from under it. As Ken says, it will always be with me and I will never get over it. I suppose the hardest part is ahead of me: visiting with my mother this weekend for Easter. It's always hard for me to be at her house, where Henry and I shared a lot of really nice visits. I miss him a lot when I'm there. But I feel strong, happy with my life, able to cope, optimistic about spring (oh the power of the weather) and ready to enjoy things. I just feel sick, that's all.

And, miracle of miracles, there's real progress in the healing of Ken's foot! Two of the wounds have healed completely, as of last night. He and I were thrilled. Two down, one to go. We had our dinner together last night and a nice visit. I took Tess instead of Chances, and boy was Chances pissed! Tess behaved much better than she normally does, slept the whole time, which really impressed Ken. And me. Anyway, we're both feeling great relief about this and are hopeful for more progress.

And now I'll catalog more crap for the Port Henry library.

Home sick, day 2. Been sick for nearly a week, got worse over the weekend so (to my sister's relief) went to the doctor yesterday. Have bronchitis, an ear infection and of course, problems with asthma. Got 6 meds to work with, including antibiotics, prednisone, Robitussion with codeine (which does NOT, despite her promises, help me sleep, but it does quiet my cough), 2 inhalers and a decongestant. So now I'm set. Went to the grocery store yesterday to set in supplies but had to go back to town today to have oil changed and tires rotated on car. That took a long time but I read, drank coffee and relaxed in their spiffy new headquarters and didn't feel quite as ill as yesterday. Read an article in that fine scientific journal People about the author of The power of now, who says you should focus not on the past or the future, but on the moment at hand (live in the now, sound familiar, Baby Boomers?). Focus on each breath, notice its temperature. Notice the things in nature without identifying or categorizing them (that's a tough one for me). So I will try these and will order his book for the library system and take a look at it.

I'm listening to John Grisham's latest book, The broker. I really liked that last one I listened to, about life in a small town in the American south. So far this one has had 5 murders and I'm on the fourth CD. This one I like not so much, but one of the characters has been put in witness protection in northern Italy and his observations about Italian culture are interesting. For example, he thinks Italians haven't really mastered the American concept of waiting in line one person behind the other. Also, in Europe he feels that, contrary to America, space is not to be protected but shared. This is true in restaurants, in conversations, etc. I thought these two things were interesting and pretty good for Grisham.

So today is another mid-40's and blindingly bright sunny day. Snow is slowly melting (Ken says the melting is taking place from the bottom up). It feels more like early April than March, but this is the time of year when the weather CANNOT be trusted. Dogs haven't been hit with spring fever yet. Wish I felt better, I'd be walking them. The quality of the sun is so great, much brighter than the winter sun. I want to buy pansies, though, and that won't happen for a long, long time. I'll begin the search for pussy willows.

And the treatment of Ken's foot continues. It's looking better at last--I can see progress and healing. On Friday I'm due to go to RI for 4 days (I should feel well enough by then) and he'll be without me on Sat. and Sun. (I agreed to stop on my way out Friday and on my way home Monday). Last night he told me he'd miss me while I was gone. I find that hard to believe, I've been terrible company lately, I feel so lousy and am not great at conversation. Hopefully tonight I'll be a little livelier.

Busy week. Weekend was just a weekend, nothing special. Sunday dinner as usual. Saturday spent relaxing, did the smallest amount of cleaning I could do. Monday was a regular work day. Tuesday I went to Albany to lobby with my state legislators for increased library funding (or at least no more cuts). I used to do this trip every year but have managed to escape being tapped on the shoulder to go for the past 5 or so years. This year, however, the director assigned me the task of organizing the CEF contingent. I could only muster 4 other bodies, and that was by imposing on my friends. We left our homes by 6:30, got to Albany for our first appointment at 10:00, second appointment at 10:30, last at 11:30. Met with all three who represent our patrons in Albany, explained how important what we do is to society, the world, etc. It actually went pretty well this year. I think it's pretty funny that people turn to me to speak, to lead, to be in control. WHY? Anyway, I spoke, I lead, I wasn't really in control since there were others there from our neighboring library systems, plus our previous director and the school librarian from Lake Placid. We stopped for lunch in Saratoga, hoping to have crepes in a restaurant that Julie and I discovered during a conference, but lo, it was closed on Tuesdays, so we ate instead at the Indian restaurant we had eaten at during a different conference. It was good, we were all buoyed by our boldness and sense of accomplishment at dealing with our legislators. Got home by 5:30, went to Ken's (am still treating his foot daily).

Wednesday I discovered I have a cold, settled in my chest and throat so that I sound terrible. Slight fever but don't feel too awful. Had to go to Lake Placid to begin the barcoding process. Again, why do people wait for me before beginning? I was late getting there, met the 2 people from CEF who participated, plus about 6 volunteers and staff from the library there. They were all waiting for me ("HERE she is!") and my instructions. The 2 from CEF have barcoded before, are perfectly capable of taking over the process and instruction. I instructed, was cheerleader to all and away we went. There I was, in my ex-husband's home town, where he had, the day before, BEEN ELECTED MAYOR. Hard to believe that the man I married in 1985, who was barely literate and needed incredible amounts of coaching in the art of public speaking, office politics, reading newspapers, etc., is now the mayor of his home town. But I suppose stranger things have happened. I told the retired librarian there, whom I've known for 20 years, that I taught him all he knows. Then I laughed and said of course that's not true (but we all know it's pretty close to the truth). So we barcoded all day and they fed us lunch. I stayed until 4, others left at 3. Got a lot done, rewarded myself with a shopping trip to the Bass outlet store across the street, wooed by the huge SALE! sign in the window. Bought 2 pairs of shoes, socks, new wallet and a t-shirt (which they inadvertently didn't charge me for, I discovered when I got home). I need no more pairs of shoes but sometimes, when they're on sale, I hear a voice in my head instructing me to buy, buy, buy. You'll never be sorry you bought them, only that you didn't. Oh, that's just not true.

Yesterday I woke, barely able to speak. Didn't feel that bad but had a fever so stayed home. Slept from 10-2, spent the rest of the afternoon lying on the couch watching tv with the dogs (yes, Tess watches tv). Went to Ken's, felt lousy enough to fail at making conversation, the poor man. When I finally was able to extricate myself from his house he said "Oh, are you leaving now?" I thought he'd be happy to be rid of me, I was such poor company. But I realize that ANY company is better than being alone for him, and he's always hoping I'll perk up. I'll try to do better tonight.

So today I slept in, came to work at 10 and here I am, 1.5 hrs. later, having accomplished very little. Must drop off prescription, pay bills online (is that why I came to work--because I have to go to the drug store, which is in Pbg., and because there's a better connection here than I have at home?), will try to get a little work done. I have a slight fever but don't feel terrible. Bad enough so that if I stayed home I wouldn't be doing anything anyway and I'm behind in my work here, much worthless crap to catalog for the Port Henry library. Phone calls to return. I hate that, though, because I sound so bad, croaky, that everyone will want to have a conversation with me about how sick I must be.

The weather has been wonderful, early-spring perfect. 30's and sunny, great for slow melting of snow. It was cold and crisp this morning, with the smell of spring (what I could smell, plugged up that I am). We're having a good March, lucky this year. No big snows this year, done for now with sub-zeros. The days are long and the sun is bright and warm. I agree with Molly that winter is over, but we're in limbo between winter and spring. We have this in-between season that no one else would recognize. Can't really say it's spring, there's no discernible sign of anything spring-like, like buds on trees--but sometimes you can find pussy willows. The snow is melting, though, and has a revolting crust on top. This is a good thing, a very good thing. The chickadees are making their spring song, totally different from their winter chick-a-dee-dee-dee. We like to hear this.

This morning I went to the Chamber of Commerce's Legislative Breakfast. Our three state representatives were there and all three spoke. Our State Senator is a 60+ woman, who is well-spoken, incredibly well-informed about the issues and is a fantastic person to have representing us in Albany. I was really impressed and so happy to hear her. I was sitting about 6 feet away from the podium so this was really cool. My Assemblyman is someone who is a close friend of the family of my ex-husband and I've known him for dozens of years. He was always a bit pompous but now he has risen to new heights of pomposity. In November he was re-elected by such a narrow margin that they waited until the absentee ballots were counted before declaring him the winner. You'd never know it to hear him speak now, just a few months later. Like our President, he seems to feel his re-election was a mandate from the people. The third speaker was an Assemblywoman from Essex County, our poorer relative to the south, who is a "commoner" and sounds and acts like one. Everyone was surprised when she got elected, I think she's from a farm background. She sounds as if she's trying really hard but doesn't quite grasp the concept of state government. Nice to have two women up there, though. And I had a nice breakfast. It was at the Holiday Inn and--get this, they ran out of coffee cups at the buffet. What a pisser.

So my mood is good today, a rare thing these days. I made it to the breakfast by 7:40, not bad for me. It started at 7:30 but the speakers didn't speak until about 8:00. I didn't really know anyone there, just a few people and they didn't sit at my table. A lot of men in suits, all businessmen. ugh.

Am still enjoying my visits with Ken, he and I are resigned to making this foot thing be a nice experience for both of us. We laugh and talk a lot about current events. He had the caretaker for one of the camps he's wanted to check on visiting him yesterday when I got there ("Elizabeth, you're right on time--you said you'd be here at 5 and you are!"). Robert had already been to the Hord's and all was well there so Ken was pleased. It's frustrating for him not to get to the places he likes to check on during the winter but he's being a really good sport about it.

Tonight I'll go grocery shopping and to the liquor store. Get Ken a backup bottle of Southern Comfort, he's almost out. Myself a bottle of dry vermouth for my drinks, and a bottle of wine for Sunday. That'll be the highlight of my getting out and about, then I'll head home for the weekend. We might be getting a storm tomorrow, but I think they decided it would hit the eastern shore of Lake Champlain so we'll be ok in Hawkeye. GOOD! Let's get rid of our snow, not get more. Like Jenica, I'm sick of winter and really itching for spring.

I need to watch my videos this weekend. I still haven't seen Garden State, have had the library's copy for weeks and weeks. I have 3 videos from Blockbuster.com that I've had so long I don't even remember what they are. This is like an assignment for myself. I don't have to clean much, did enough of that last weekend preparing for company, and didn't mess up much during the week. If I were the type, I'd make a public declaration that I'm going to do my taxes this weekend and that would be enough of a commitment to make me do it. Doesn't work that way for me, though, I won't be embarrassed if I say I'm going to do them and don't. I should at least look to see if I'll have to pay or get a refund--that might make a difference in my attitude toward the task.

What I really need to do this weekend is walk the dogs. Yes, that's what I'll do. They're soooo tired of my spending time at Ken's. If they were children they'd be wetting the bed (wait--one of them sometimes does!) and whining (wait--one of them always does!). What the third ones does is chew things, and Chances has reverted to some chewing behavior as well. Swell.

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That's odd, our tests indicate that you did not just take this test. In fact, we're not even sure you exist. Oh, wait, no, somebody just found indirect evidence of you in the deep Earth and in the Sun. Okay, so you're real, but man, you need to get out more. Actually, you're pretty cool, always doing your own thing, but we kinda wish that you would interact with us a bit more. On a positive note, I think some research lab in Berkeley has managed to put you into a psuedo-stable relationship that, if you're kept very cold, you won't walk away from... or maybe that was Xenon. I forget.

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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 99% on Mass You scored higher than 66% on Electroneg You scored higher than 66% on Metal You scored higher than 99% on Radioactivity Wednesday, March 09, 2005 I went to the doctor this morning, my internist for a follow-up after increasing the dosage of my thyroid med. I had hoped for a miracle weight-loss but nothing like that happened. I told him I was sure something was wrong with me but he very kindly told me that generally when there's something really wrong with people (like cancer) they suffer from dramatic weight loss. OK, so he has a point. Then we talked about my lethargy and borderline depression. Many factors. Weather, brother's death, work situation, etc. He thinks there's a possibility my problem is hormonal. First we'll try increasing the dosage of one of my antidepressants for a few weeks. I see him again in 6 weeks. I see my psychiatrist in 3 weeks. Doctors, doctors. This doctor is a wonderful, kind, funny man and I think he's a really good doctor. Last night I went to the doctor with Ken for the follow-up foot visit. His news was good but not great. No more antibiotics but we have to soak and treat the foot for another month. I think we'll both go mad. I asked the doctor if we could do it every other day and he said "Not really." I said, how about every day for 2 weeks, then every other day after that. "Maybe." I said it's just really hard for both of us to do this. He said it's also very important to continue with this treatment until these cuts are completely healed or they could still become infected. OK, OK, I get the message. Ken was a little discouraged but he also felt good about the antibiotics thing and I cheered him up by telling him that the doctor was very encouraged by the way the foot looked. Since the doctor mostly spoke directly to me and Ken couldn't hear what he said, I had to tell him about the whole thing. It's not really fair when doctors treat elderly patients that way but I understand why they do it. Anyway we went out for dinner (if you can call food at Friendlys that) then went home to soak his foot and have a drink. I got home at 8:30. I had left work at 2, home by 3, back to Plattsburgh by 4. Chances ripped up a bunch of stuff because she was mad that I'd left her at home. She's behaving very poorly during all of this foot stuff. Cold day today, very windy and -7 this morning. At least we didn't get the foot of snow that Vermont got yesterday. I would find that very discouraging. I'm still tired of winter and in particular of carrying and burning wood, but at least I have wood to burn. I'll take some to Liza when I go there for Easter--which is coming soon, very soon. Tonight I'm cooking leftover pork roast with mashed potatoes (which I made last night) and gravy for Ken's dinner. He could eat mashed potatoes and gravy every night, I think. I have to buy canned gravy at the store, though, I have no pan drippings to use for homemade gravy. I'll doctor it up a bit. All is quiet at work. I'm getting stuff ready to take to the legislators next week when I go to Albany to lobby for financial aid for libraries. I haven't done this for about 5 years but was assigned the responsibility of coordinating our efforts this year in the director's absence. yuck. We just got a color laser printer so I'm playing with charts to hand out. I am so tired of winter, I can't wait for some sign of spring. I heard a chickadee's spring song a couple of weeks ago but he seems to have shut right up since then. Monday, March 07, 2005 I was driving to work today--very late, as I was once again unable to get myself out of bed and then preferred to play with Chances, who had her bowl in her mouth. Anyway, uneventful ride except that my windshield washer didn't seem to work on the driver's side. So I get closer to work, to West Plattsburgh and all of a sudden I'm thinking about my abusive boss, who is now enroute to Labrador for 3 weeks, will then return for a month before she retires, yes retires to leave my library system forever. I started to cry. I kept crying all the way to the library, sitting in my car in the driveway, crying. Here I am again, in an abusive relationship (though not one I volunteered to be in) and I'm facing the end of it and I'm realizing how awful it's been so it's all coming crashing down around me just how awful it's been for so many years. I can't realize how bad these things are while they're going on because then I'd go crazy. Now that the end is (hopefully) in sight, I can just barely begin to comprehend what a profound, destructive and awful effect this woman has had on me for the past 5 years. So now I'm dealing with the complexity of my feelings about her leaving. It should be joy, relief, happiness and a sense of relief, optimism about the future, but noooooo she's ruined that for me too! Well, life goes on and so do I. The good news is that we were supposed to have a huge winter storm today with lots of snow (so much they couldn't even figure out how much) but they cancelled the storm and now it's warming up and isn't half bad out. Good! No more snow! But what would I do if we had a real amount of snow? We only have about a foot & a half on the ground. Nice weekend, in some ways. I was not able to accomplish much on Saturday, being in the middle of whatever this is I'm going through--depression, thyroid problem, nervous breakdown, blight, who knows. I did start cleaning my living room and managed to clear off my dinner table (no small task) in preparation for serving Sunday dinner at my house. I finished the job Sunday morning so that the house actually looked ok (well, parts of it did) and I had Ken and Bill come for pork roast, mashed potatoes and broiled asparagus. They stayed a long time and Bill and I discussed various ways I could rearrange my house. Ken suggested a dig underneath my deck and have a garage put there. Bill thought I should do that this spring. Intriguing idea. Ken wants me to have a garage before he dies. I don't want a separate structure, there's no good place to put it--I don't want to look at it. Maybe I'll have an estimate done, I don't know. I have to put on new decking so if it's not too expensive I could do the garage thing. But it would seem strange, very strange. I had to go to Ken's last night to treat his foot. Stayed 2 hours, had a good visit. He told me about the church he went to as a child, until they rode up to it in their Model T one Sunday and it wasn't there because it had burned down. Saturday night we went out for dinner for Ken's 91st birthday. Had a good time, Lin & Ralph joined us so it was festive and a real social occasion. There was a liquor company with it's huge bus there (Jagermeister) and after dinner the owner came around with test tubes full of liquor, selling shots for $2. To my great surprise Bill had one, so I had one too. Yahoo. On the way to the restaurant we saw a deer curled up in a little ball, sleeping by the side of the road. . I've seen the grass beaten down from where they've done this but I've never seen them doing this before. They just do it sometimes. Then we saw an accident, a woman had somehow gotten her truck stuck about 10' high into the trees. Ralph was scornful of the whole thing because he didn't think that kind of truck had enough power to get that high into the trees. No one was hurt, but there was the truck, hanging in the trees. Much speculation about what happened--how DO you get a truck in the trees like that? I of course started thinking about what it felt like to roll my car. Wonder how long those feelings will be with me. And now it's nearing the end of a day made short by my mental state. I have to stop at Ken's on the way home but will then have some hours at home with my dogs. It's warmer at night now (although it was only 6 this morning) so my house is very cozy and I don't have to burn as much wood. I still have plenty left, though, which feels really great. I would dispute a lot of this, except hopefully that my brain leans female and that I'm a giver. People always take advantage of me emotionally because I trust people and believe what they say. Could we use these Web tests to find out enough about ourselves that we wouldn't need professional help? they could tell us what kind of childhoods we had and how that made us feel about ourselves as adults, what kinds of relationships we had with our parents and siblings and ourselves. How we are as supervisors and employees. How honest we are. Gosh, that would be great. Your Brain is 80.00% Female, 20.00% Male Your brain leans female You think with your heart, not your head Sweet and considerate, you are a giver But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you! What'>http://www.blogthings.com/genderbrainquiz/">What Gender Is Your Brain? Wednesday, March 02, 2005 Well now it's morning and I feel better, more rational, sane again. That dog poop will get you every time. I hate that smell permeating my house. And yes, I am tired of soaking old man's foot and answering the question "How does it look?" every night before I have a chance to get home to my dogs and my own house, no matter how late my meetings have gone, no matter what time it is or how much snow there is on the ground or how cold it is outside. Every night. But I love the man dearly and really am happy to be able to do something for him. Tonight I have a meeting that will last until 5:30, then I will cook dinner for Ken and will not get home to my dogs or my house until probably 8:30. My fire will be out, my house will be cold and I will be tired. But Ken will be happy. I agreed last night to take an afternoon off to drive him to the doctor. This simple act made an old man so very, very happy and relieved him of such anxiety, and is so easy for me to do that there would be no reason for me not to do it. I can't understand why people don't behave this way more. There's a bumper sticker that says "Practice random acts of kindness." That's the religion I feel like subscribing to. This whole episode with Ken really has taught me that it's so easy to be kind to people and they need that and appreciate that (well, some people do) so much. I already knew this, but here's a man who never lets people do anything EVER for him, and he's finally letting me do things for him (whether I want to or not). So that's my mood today. When you read my mood last night you'll know why I wrote this. My cousin Nip says my doing so much for Ken is helping me heal. I don't know if that's true--I cried a lot on the way to work this morning. As the calendar year closes in on Henry's death I'm feeling sadder and sadder. I can't believe my brother's been dead for a year, it feels as if I had a brother just a short time ago. And yet it feels as if I've been missing him for a long time. It finally stopped snowing and we must have about a foot of new snow. I will call Roger today and leave a message that I'd like to have my driveway plowed, please. Whether he will or not is anyone's guess. I was going to rough it and walk from the road to my house, but why would I do that? I mean, really? What's up with that behavior? Friday I have to figure out a way to treat Ken and make it to a meeting in Wadhams, an hour from here, to be at a library fundraiser that's from 6-8. I guess I could go home early to take care of him. I don't know how single parents ever manage their schedules. And now back to Port Henry's books. Yesterday it was Dr. Stanley's book on exploring Africa, not really called "Dr. Livingston, I presume," but it did have "Dr. Livingston" in the title. These people really need to get their collection in order. Tuesday, March 01, 2005 The amazing power of tranquilizers. I can tell I'm wearing down on this "soaking Ken's foot" thing. Tonight, in the snowstorm I had to exchange the floodlights that I bought for him last night (I got the 75 watt bulbs, he wanted the 150 watters), so I went to Lowes on my way home. Got to Ken's, climbed on the ladder & put in the new bulb. Easy, pleasant, no problem. Had a drink, soaked the foot, listened ad nauseum to the tales of the visitors he had today, including someone who used to be caretaker for friends here on the lake but who is basically a self-centered (Republican) in-for-his-own-good person. So I hear about Leo for an hour ad nauseum. He got caught selling his shifts as a corrections officer and it cost him a lot of money not to go to jail. Do I feel sorry for him? not in the least. Anyway, I have an ok time with Ken but admit that I'm watching the clock, and at 7 say I have to go. Not just yet, says Ken, I want to show you what I accomplished today. So we go through the dining room and look over the shelves that he cleaned today and the things he discovered. Finally I escape into the snow, heading home at last. Of course Roger has not plowed so I park at the end of the driveway and walk with my flashlight (which I so smartly remembered to put in the car in the morning) to the house, lugging all the stuff I have in the car that I need tonight. What greets me in my home, my house, my refuge? The overwhelming stench of dog shit. Jackson has shit all over the rugs, two huge piles of runny shit. I hate that smell, can't stand it in my house. So I cry, fed up with care of old men, old dogs, and dog shit. I throw the dogs out, put on rubber gloves, get out the plastic bags and paper towels and clean up the mess. Burn incense but still the smell is in my nostrils. I can't get rid of it and I cry and cry. I have another week of care of Ken's foot to go and I just offered to take the afternoon off for his next appointment so he won't have to drive home alone in the dusk. WHERE ARE HIS CHILDREN? I love him dearly and of course would do anything for him: but ALL the time? I have to drive 30 miles home from Platts., turn around and drive the same 30 miles over again to get him to the doctor, then drive the same 30 miles again to get him home. Plus I'll take him to have his blood tested so he won't have do drive himself another time to do that again. I sense a pattern emerging here... So pardon this rant, this teary spew. I don't want this dog, he shits in the house if I don't get home in time, and I don't get home in time because I'm taking care of dear Ken. It's snowing and Roger doesn't seem to be plowing my driveway this winter. I may have enough wood to get me through tonight but I'll just have to get up earlly (not my forte) to have enough to stoke the stove for the day tomorrow. BUT: I had a voice mail message from my insurance company sayaing they're mailing me a check for my $250 deductible from my Dec. accident (when the woman ran the red light). After all, tomorrow is another day. BIG SNOW WATCH OUT they've been calling for 3 days now. First they said "Measure in feet, not inches." Now they're calling for 6-12" Well that's pretty absurd: how much will it be, 6 inches or 12 inches? There's a huge difference there. 6 inches, to be exact. If it's 6 inches I won't need my driveway plowed but if it's 12 I will. Make up your minds!!! Most people here say that if the meteorologists got paid every time they were right they'd be pretty poor. It's been blowing and snowing all day but I can only see the driveway between our building and the library next door so I have no idea how much snow has fallen. We had about 4" of powdery snow this morning when I left for work (late--en route to have my blood tested). Supposed to snow all day and all night, I think. Winter storm warning until 7 a.m. tomorrow. I had my blood tested this morning to see if my thyroid is functioning right yet. I don't think it is. I sleep and sleep on the weekends, and have no energy or desire to do anything. I drag myself out of bed to get to work almost but never really on time. At night I can't bring myself to do anything but sit on the couch, do crosswords and watch tv. This could be depression but I'm not really crying enough for it to be that. Then there's the weight: I gained 20 pounds in a year without changing my eating habits, and I haven't lost any weight since we increased my dosage of my thyroid med. I see the doctor next week for further discussion. If this is not my problem I don't know what is but I sure would like to find out. I'm tired of being fat and lazy. I worked on the Port Henry books this morning. One of them was Dr. Stanley's book about meeting Dr. Livingston in Africa, the original publication. Yesterday I cataloged John Muir's book about Yosemite, illustrated with photographs by Ansel Adams. These books should really be sold on eBay to raise money for REAL books that REAL patrons might want to read. Had a board meeting last night. They approved my settlement with CEF (aka the director) regarding her written reprimand. A new reprimand has been written, so obviously not by her (it actually makes sense and is not the ramblings of a vindictive lunatic). They propose that the reprimand goes in my file for a year and if there's been no "recoccurrence of an incident of the same or similar nature as to that which is alleged to have occurred" the reprimand will be removed. The reprimand is actually quite mild and does not paint me as a lunatic the way the other one did. Nor, unfortunately, does it paint the director as one. I had thought the reprimand would NOT go in my file unless there were a repeat occurrence so must clarify that before signing the agreement. I have until Thursday to sign and have faxed it to my union rep. Will be good to put this behind me. I had a pretty lousy weekend. Sleep too much, felt too sad. Did manage to get to the dump on Saturday and got rid of my magazines and many empty plastic Gatorade jugs (after Tess took a lot of them out to play with them as I was packing stuff up--she loves the deep BOOM! BOOM! noises they make banging against each other). I also walked down to Ken & Bill's camp below my house to inspect it for broken windows or downed trees. Hah! found a tree that had come down so the trip was worth it. No damage done, just a rotten balsam that missed the building. It was on Sunday afternoon after dinner, in the sunshine so it was pretty and a good thing to do to move around after a big meal. Then I went home and lay down on the couch to doze. Watched part of the Oscars that night, staying up too late because I couldn't sleep. This insomnia continues to trouble me, even when I don't take naps during the day. I'm stopping at Ken's every day still, for another week at least. His foot looks better but not that different. A slow healing process. He tried putting the band aids on himself but got really discouraged when they stuck to his sock instead. Of course, we had switched to a different kind of band aid, which was really the problem. He's letting me do things for him a little more, get things for him in town and tonight we're planning to change the bulb in the floodlight over his front door--even if it's snowing, I told him. I got 75 watt bulbs and have to take them back because he said he'd really rather have 150 watters. Gives me a chance to buy another cute little miniature variegated scheflera and put the 2 of them in a bigger pot for my desk. I bought a deep red miniature rose that's covered with blossoms, was going to bring it to work but decided to keep it at home instead. My narcissus have just finished blooming and I'd like some flowers. My Easter cactus is just starting to bloom. And now it's 4 and I have to brave the elements to get on home to Ken. The roads were terrible coming to work this morning but many of the schools were closed so there wasn't much traffic. What traffic there was was moving verrrrrry slowly, though so it took forever to get here. I'm in no hurry to get home so I can take my time. I have "The heart is a lonely hunter" to listen to if I want to start it. I've sort of been putting it off but maybe today is a good time to start it. ">Link ">Link Well, not much on here that I've read, I have to say, and not much on here that I really want to read, either. List of the top 110 banned books. Bold the ones you've read. Italicize the ones you've read part of. Bold and italicize the ones you specifically want to read (at least some of). *My addition: Asterisk next to ones you've seen the movie version of #1 The Bible #2 Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain #3 Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes #4 The Koran #5 Arabian Nights #6 Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain #7 Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift #8 Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer #9 Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne #10 Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman #11 Prince by Niccolò Machiavelli #12 Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe #13 Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank #14 Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert #15 Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens #16 Les Misérables by Victor Hugo #17 Dracula by Bram Stoker #18 Autobiography by Benjamin Franklin #19 Tom Jones by Henry Fielding #20 Essays by Michel de Montaigne #21 Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck #22 History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire by Edward Gibbon #23 Tess of the D'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy** #24 Origin of Species by Charles Darwin #25 Ulysses by James Joyce #26 Decameron by Giovanni Boccaccio #27 Animal Farm by George Orwell #28 Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell #29 Candide by Voltaire #30 To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee #31 Analects by Confucius #32 Dubliners by James Joyce #33 Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck #34 Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway #35 Red and the Black by Stendhal #36 Capital by Karl Marx #37 Flowers of Evil by Charles Baudelaire #38 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle #39 Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence #40 Brave New World by Aldous Huxley #41 Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser #42 Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell #43 Jungle by Upton Sinclair #44 All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque #45 Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx #46 Lord of the Flies by William Golding #47 Diary by Samuel Pepys #48 Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway #49 Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy #50 Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury** #51 Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak** #52 Critique of Pure Reason by Immanuel Kant #53 One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey** #54 Praise of Folly by Desiderius Erasmus #55 Catch-22 by Joseph Heller #56 Autobiography of Malcolm X by Malcolm X #57 Color Purple by Alice Walker** #58 Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger #59 Essay Concerning Human Understanding by John Locke #60 Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison #61 Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe #62 One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn #63 East of Eden by John Steinbeck #64 Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison #65 I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou #66 Confessions by Jean Jacques Rousseau #67 Gargantua and Pantagruel by François Rabelais #68 Leviathan by Thomas Hobbes #69 The Talmud #70 Social Contract by Jean Jacques Rousseau #71 Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson #72 Women in Love by D. H. Lawrence** #73 American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser #74 Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler #75 Separate Peace by John Knowles #76 Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath #77 Red Pony by John Steinbeck #78 Popol Vuh #79 Affluent Society by John Kenneth Galbraith #80 Satyricon by Petronius #81 James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl #82 Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov** #83 Black Boy by Richard Wright #84 Spirit of the Laws by Charles de Secondat Baron de Montesquieu #85 Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut #86 Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George #87 Metaphysics by Aristotle #88 Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder #89 Institutes of the Christian Religion by Jean Calvin #90 Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse #91 Power and the Glory by Graham Greene #92 Sanctuary by William Faulkner #93 As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner #94 Black Like Me by John Howard Griffin #95 Sylvester and the Magic Pebble by William Steig #96 Sorrows of Young Werther by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe #97 General Introduction to Psychoanalysis by Sigmund Freud #98 Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood #99 Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee by Dee Alexander Brown #100 Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess #101 Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman by Ernest J. Gaines #102 Émile Jean by Jacques Rousseau #103 Nana by Émile Zola #104 Chocolate War by Robert Cormier #105 Go Tell It on the Mountain by James Baldwin #106 Gulag Archipelago by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn #107 Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert A. 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