Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Christmas and babies

You know how the angels sang for Jesus' birth, and how it was such an honor and privilege, and probably they were standing in line and/or employing some kind of extra-dimensional jiggery to fit everyone in who wanted to sing in the choir? How cool it would have been to be one of those angels?

That's how I feel about all babies. Seriously.

Hence the name of the blog...

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

State of the Cornelia

I'm working at the same middle school I have for the last four years, but in the library this year.

Yes, I do love it. No, it isn't... quite... a perfect job, but it is very fun, many days, and at the moment, it is by all means perfect enough.

I applied to librarian school (to be a school librarian).  It's an all-online program, which I can do the work for IN the library itself. Perfect! Now I'm just waiting to see if I got in...

This year in the middle school, we got fifty, yes, that's five zero student library volunteers. And if we'd had five, ten, maybe even fifteen or twenty student volunteers, I might have tried to train them to shelve in person, one by one. But for fifty... well... I came up with a shelving-certification program, with four separate levels, videos, games (NOT designed or programmed by me), and of course TESTS.

More of this anon. For now: I'm doing pretty well, overall. I wish I were further ahead in my life, but I'm used to wishing that, and excepting for that, life is pretty good. :)

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

What Jane Austen and John Grisham have in common

I sat down the other night and watched the second half of The Pelican Brief. (I had meant to watch the whole thing, but the DVD I had only had the second half on it, and that was entertaining enough for me in the end.) I enjoyed watching this utterly satisfying relationship between reporter and informant, how vicariously safe it feels to have someone totally on her side, willing to believe her, able to back her up.

And when it was over, I realized that this reporter reminded me of the Aunt and Uncle in Pride and Prejudice, and Admiral and Mrs. Croft in Persuasion. I realized that Grisham puts his characters both in physical peril and emotional peril, but Austen's characters are also often in emotional peril; she is one of the best authors I know at writing emotionally unsafe families.

And, in the end, they get away; they end up safe. SO satisfying. Not quite sure, yet, what I can learn and apply to my own writing, but it was nice to be able to figure this little thing out.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

So small it's ridiculous

I've been keeping this new year's resolution since January, JANUARY did you hear me? And it's the middle of July, and I've missed exactly one week since I started, and that was the week of girls' camp when I was gone for five days and came back and slept for two more.

And the goal is: write for ten minutes per week, per project. Which is twenty minutes total. That's the basic goal; that's the one I've only missed exactly once this whole time.

It is SUCH a ridiculously small goal that I have been pretty embarrassed to tell anyone about it-- and yet, it has brought me so much happiness that I've sort of not been able to help myself.

Thus, my new rule of thumb: if a goal is so small that it's embarrassing, but is still not happening in my life yet, that is a great candidate for a goal for me. Ridiculous.

Monday, February 20, 2017

Just, you know, some news

A little news. I'm easing back in to this.

One of the toddler nephews carries a postcard around with him at all times. Mom (my mom, his grandma) says that it has a picture of a cityscape on it, she thinks. She found a birthday card for his younger sister, with some pretty butterflies, and sure enough, she now carries hers around, too.

In Primary yesterday (Primary is Mormonspeak for Junior Sunday School), we learned that one of our new adult leaders loves to eat Beef Wellington. None of us (except her) knew what it was, but she explained, and it sounded yummy, and the teacher ended by telling the children that maybe they could ask their parents to fix it for them. One of the four-year-olds' mother teaches the three-year-olds, and right then and there leaned forward and asked her mom if her mom would fix it for her. Her mom turned around and came right back with, "Does this mean you are willing to try new foods?"

And I found out that Dad used to have a grownup to sit by him in Primary. THAT was interesting. It means, at the very least, that my brother came by his hyperactive ways honestly, but it also adds more evidence (like I needed any; I'm pretty biased at this point) that children with extra energy can turn out very well indeed. :)

About this picture: I have no idea if it looks like the card Mom gave to my niece or not, but it WOULD  be a cute card for a two-year-old, would it not?