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LGG and Franklin

LGG and Franklin
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Look at who I ran into at the Music Library Association meeting last week in Chicago! FRANKLIN! Actually, he kindly consented to meet up with the MLA SnB group and graciously agreed to photos and autographs.

Don't you love the hand on the knee bit? Hehehe. We all had fun. I left a few moments after this to go rehearse with the Big Band and left my fellow SnBers to enjoy Franklin.

Thankfully we keep the lids closed...

Just humor me, ok?

1. I'm sick.  Again.  Bleah.  A cold, which kicked in Saturday night and now I'm keeping tissues nearby.  Again.  Yes, I would like cheese with this whine.
2. Good news.  There's still sunlight at 6:15pm!  Yay!
3. Bad news.  DST kicks in March 8, so much of what we gain in the evening gets lost again.
4. Good news -- January, the longest pay period of the year, is over.
5. Bad news -- I'm pretty much broke from paying the bills.  Again.
6. Good news.  I'm still employed (and these days, that's no laughing matter).
7. Bad news.  A memo from the president of the university system came out today proposing 1-starting to pay into the retirement plan (so a pay cut will happen) and 2-no merit increases for FY10 (so as inflation and COLA continues to rise, it's effectively another pay cut).
8. Good news.  I'm still employed.
9. Bad news.  There's a matter at work that's driving me crazy.  I don't think there's anything I can do about it.  Well, there is, but I would like to stay employed and continue to pay my bills.
10. Good news.  I'm going to my professional organization's conference soon (unless travel really gets chopped in the next 2 weeks), and I'm mostly looking forward to it.
11. Bad news.  See no. 5.

A poem for St. Brigid's Day

T. Nash

I.Spring

SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay,	5
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo.
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,	10
In every street these tunes our ears do greet,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Spring! the sweet Spring!

from Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. at Bartleby.com