Lull

This blog may be quiet for the next few days. I start guitar lessons again this week, Lucia starts preschool next week, and I want to do some research into what it would take to launch Mitzi. I'm not yet confident enough that I can use the guitar in storytimes, but I'm going to do it anyway when I go to my next library gig. I'll be doing both toddler and preschool storytimes at the end of the month. Right now, I'm just taking enough substutute hours to remind people that I still exist, but I've avoided accepting work at the grown-up information desks (with the exception of one beloved library branch with a large international community, and you know who you are). If the work doesn't involve interacting with children on a regular basis, I'm just not interested.

Speaking of children, my own offspring is jealous of the guitar. It used to be that when I practised chords, Lucia would climb up on the couch behind me and hang on my neck, often slinging a leg over my shoulder in the process. She would examine the mole on my neck and say with incredulousness, "It does't hurt!" I had a lot of weight on my shoulders while I practiced, but at least I could still play. Now, Lucia mutes the strings, attempts to push away the guitar, and wails, "Hold you! Hold you like a baby!"

Yes, preschool is starting next week.