sally ashton visited my branch yesterday. she called me "sir" and asked for help finding a book or two by worthingham or somesuch. wrote stuff on george washington. i wasn't much help, but ania was. yay. never thought i'd see my ap u.s. history teacher again. not my favorite. :)

today, this little pre=5-year-old was rampaging through the picture books section, while his dad sat around reading business magazines. i gave the kid a few brief glances, but those had no effect. in fact, he seemed to know i was bothered by his behavior, such was his renewed enthusiasm after i looked away. a few moments later, i stared and smiled for a bit, thinking i'd be nice and communicate telepathically that this running about and pulling books from shelves was making my job difficult. he zoomed back to dad. some kids are crazy-bad.

our resident unhoused patron (who is very unkempt but does not stink in a bad way) continues his strudy of relatively advanced chemistry, leading me to believe he wishes to join some communal boom-making outfit, or he is pursuing a degree. either way, good for him. he does talk to himself a lot, but apparently only when others are nearby. he must need an audience, or maybe he just likes giving people the willies.