Monthly Archive for February, 2006

What I do…

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marcy
on February 22, 2006
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I’m a librarian. Sometimes I lose sight of that and forget why I love what I do so much. But today is one of those days that remind me. I’m at the 2nd floor reference desk (not my usual home, I’m a government documents/map librarian) and I spend my hour there helping two students who are obviously clueless about how to use the library, but so willing to learn. Today I saw two light bulbs go on in the heads of two different students, and I turned them on.

With the first student I found myself getting increasingly frustrated, he was not getting what I was explaining to him and I wasn’t sure how to explain it better or different. I was immedeately aware that I was getting frustrated and I took a mental step back and said “This student needs your help, this is what you are here for, stop getting frustrated and take the time to explain this to him.” I took a deep breath and went forth. Ten, fifteen minutes later the light bulb popped on and it wasn’t a small bulb either. It was easily 100 watts!! The transaction finished and I smiled.

The second students question was equally difficult to explain, but still on my mental step back from the first student I knew eventually I’d get the idea across. Again, ten, fifteen minutes later and there goes the lightbulb. This one was a 100 watter too.

I went back to the reference desk and said to one of my colleagues:

“You know, there are days when I forget why I do what I do. Then there are days like today that remind me”

I am truly blessed to love my job. I don’t love all aspects of it, but I do love almost everything. I’ll have to remember to not lose sight of that and keep in mind why I am here and doing what I do.

The woods…

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marcy
on February 4, 2006
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Such a peaceful way to spend the morning. Walking in the woods. Watching Shonie tear through on the path, off the path, through the water. Catching a scent, losing it, coming back to pick it up again. Leaping over fallen trees, pushing through thorny brush. She comes back panting, frost forming on her whiskers, on her chest, but she doesn’t care because here she is free to run and go where she will.

This morning Drew and I were out walking in the woods at Spring Lake. He had seen signs of a beaver out there and we went to investigate further. We kept seeing trees he’s fallen everywhere - old ones, new ones, ones he’s still working on. I knew the den had to be someplace close because he had fallen many trees in the area, so we kept walking and I kept watching the coast line, hoping to find where this beaver has built his home. Then, all of a sudden, there it was…a lone tree on the bank of the lake with sticks, branches and mud formed all around. This is it I thought but still investigated further. While still not 100% sure it is his home, i’m quite confident that it is and hope when it gets warmer to go and sit and wait for him to show his face.

Such joy on a blustery cold Saturday morning in February. That Drew and I can share the wonder of nature is a good thing, one of my favorite things about him.

Something I will no doubt explore in the future is the absolutely scary, insane fact that my mother and grandmother will be moving to Macomb this summer…oh how this will change my life. I imagine i’ll spend time here writing about the events as they unfold.