Saturday, September 25, 2010

When I got home from playing for a funeral this morning, it was like Clapham Junction chez nous:- 

  • Viola Kid going out the front door;
  • The window-cleaner wanting the back gate opened;
  • The computer-whizz friend just leaving (front door), after helping SuperSpouse unravel 2 pc's;
  • The Tesco man delivering the groceries at the back door, AS the window-cleaner had his well-earned coffee out on the patio;
  • Cello Kid just back from a party, and
  • Saxophone Kid just at home where he was meant to be.
Having dealt with that lot, I started making onion soup.  Enter SuperSpouse.  'When's lunch?'

Fine.  20 minutes later, lunch was served.  I went and swam 30 lengths, nipped into Morrisons to get stuff for tomorrow's harvest festival, came home and dealt with laundry, lasagne and a bread-and-butter pudding.  Which we then despatched with due ceremony and a glass of Chardonnay, then chased down with a coffee.  Whereupon I fell asleep.  Insomnia, me?  No, never, never, never. 

It's all rather annoying, however, because I want to start thinking about a book proposal, and you do need to be awake for that kind of thing.  PseudoSupermum does not have boundless energy, despite appearances to the contrary.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

It's 22:20.  I've been at work all day, taken a choir practice this evening, sorted the laundry and loaded the washing machine.  Suddenly, doing an online Tesco order has little appeal.  Will the world really end if I don't do it?

Here's my own tie-breaker:-

  • If I had an au-pair, would I ask her (or him! now, there's a thought) to do this particular chore right now?
So on this occasion, the answer has to be no.  No-one in their right minds would send an au-pair to Tesco at this time of night.  And if au-pairs have human rights, dignity at work, or whatever, then why not me?

Sunday, September 19, 2010

A mid-life crisis is when you wonder if you actually made bad career choices all down the line.

I mean - could the struggle to become a genuine, dyed-in-the-wool bluestocking scholar really have been any harder than struggling to convince the world that librarianship is more than stamping (or cataloguing) books; convincing oneself that marriage is more than keeping your other half clean, tidy and well-fed; or convincing your kids that your irritating little foibles actually stem from wanting them to grow up well-balanced, reasonable human beings?

Let's take stock.
  1. Scholarship. Would have been easier in my twenties. I got there in the end, and have some fetching stripey blue (and grey) tights (not stockings) lined up for the winter. But I'm 52, trying to make my CV look as though I've been effortlessly doing this scholarly thing all along. And it's hard work catching up on the lost two and a half decades.
  2. Marriage. It is actually not possible to convince another human being to put things away. Anywhere. Ever. (Or if it is, it must be someone else's other half, not mine.)
  3. Kids. Idealism is futile. Forget the grand aspirations. I want to raise three young human beings capable of being congenial, hygienic flat-sharers. That's all.

And for all my philosophising, my friends, I became a Doctor of Philosophy. Which entitles me to philosophise legally, anywhere I please. So there! One ambition fulfilled.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Concentric circles - a way of explaining the e-resources in a library:-

  • Library holdings
  • Library e-subscriptions (e-journals, databases, streamed sound)
  • Free scholarly resources
  • The best of the rest

So there you are - now you know!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Ancient Scotish Melodies or Scotch Mist?

Day course at University of Glasgow, Dept of Adult & Continuing Education, Saturday 20th November 2010.

Drs Karen and Karen (McAulay and Marshalsay).

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