Gotta Go, Gotta Go, Goldilocks and To Build a Fire: In My House!

I just issued textbooks to a new student in my unofficial textbook capacity, and we have been getting more students coming in than going out. That is good news for the school. Of course, I might find later that a whole bunch of students left without coming through the library first, and change my assessment on that trend.

Remedial math happened in here this morning on the very few functioning computers, and AVID students will be here doing something later in the morning. Otherwise, I am cataloging and processing books with a somewhat distracted mind. The office is calling with calls that when I try to pick up the line, I get no one. Finally, the RIF contact got through to me, and I am going to fax off a UPS shipping bill to them because I'm being billed for shipping which we don't have to pay on RIF. Most of these calls are probably sales calls.

There's a book, or two, for any occasion, and the distracting dramas of my week have included numerous trips to the bathroom, which in our district is never in the library. My doctor has my water pipes under treatment, and I look forward to less locking up and trekking during the day. I guess that book is "Gotta Go, Gotta Go."

If there were not enough distractions to my days, neighbors and the Lake County Fire Protective Services informed me on Sunday that some young male, who probably answers to "Goldilocks," took up residence in my house. Goldilocks must have liked the feel of Mom's old sofa (which I put in the house only out of filial duty, because I hate(d) it). I suspect Goldilocks was reading "To Build a Fire" while he sat on that sofa, and was inspired to cause $25,000 in damage.

Maybe he didn't like the sofa either. I haven't seen the mess yet, but I will be taking off from work on the 15th of this month to talk to the insurance adjuster.

That house needed repairs which were on hold, but with some insurance money, repairs might speed up to this summer.

No one was hurt, and the neighbor's property is fine, and if they convict Goldilocks of anything, maybe he can do community service reading to senior citizens, tagging bears, or cutting weeds as part of fire abatement. I think he already did me a service, and I am not going to say a word to my mother about her sofa.