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best laid plans...
Feb. 25th, 2010 04:43 pmJust returned from the library which I work FOR but not AT to hear about the upcoming renovations to the whole first floor. Exciting times coming up and it makes me wish I was in public service and not a behind the scenes paperwork monkey. The short/medium term goal is to get back to working AT the library sometime, so we'll have to see how that goes.
I'm here, and not in my car on the way home as the bosses were also at the same presentation, so I had to stop back at the office and make a show of returning to work... but I'm about to run off home and try and get ahead of the squalling snow. I don't need a repeat of the last panic-attack inducing trip home that I had as a result of the last snowstorm.
Over lunch -- a trip back to the school lunch line menu of chicken soup and a peanut butter sandwich -- I started reading a book I downloaded from Gutenberg ... "Ashton-Kirk, Investigator" from 1910. It's sort of a mash up of Sherlock Holmes and Lord Peter Wimsey. So, obviously, delightful.
I mean, Chapter 3 begins:
"When Ashton-Kirk returned that evening from the theatre, where he had gone to witness a much heralded new drama, he sat with a cigar, in his library; and stretching out his length in great comfort, he smoked and smiled and thought of what he had seen and heard."
There's a German butler named Stumph ... and additionally Ashton-Kirk apparently employs someone upon the lines of a secretary -- described in the last chapter as "a brisk, boyish looking young man" called Fuller.
There's a mysterious numismatist, a baffled fiancee Edyth Vale ... and a sidekick called Jimmie Pendleton (oh god of course there is).
I love these light novels and books for children from the ninteen tens and teens ... I just feel at home there somehow.
OK, both the bosses have left, and so I will depart for colder climes. (See how the language rubs off?!)
I'm here, and not in my car on the way home as the bosses were also at the same presentation, so I had to stop back at the office and make a show of returning to work... but I'm about to run off home and try and get ahead of the squalling snow. I don't need a repeat of the last panic-attack inducing trip home that I had as a result of the last snowstorm.
Over lunch -- a trip back to the school lunch line menu of chicken soup and a peanut butter sandwich -- I started reading a book I downloaded from Gutenberg ... "Ashton-Kirk, Investigator" from 1910. It's sort of a mash up of Sherlock Holmes and Lord Peter Wimsey. So, obviously, delightful.
I mean, Chapter 3 begins:
"When Ashton-Kirk returned that evening from the theatre, where he had gone to witness a much heralded new drama, he sat with a cigar, in his library; and stretching out his length in great comfort, he smoked and smiled and thought of what he had seen and heard."
There's a German butler named Stumph ... and additionally Ashton-Kirk apparently employs someone upon the lines of a secretary -- described in the last chapter as "a brisk, boyish looking young man" called Fuller.
There's a mysterious numismatist, a baffled fiancee Edyth Vale ... and a sidekick called Jimmie Pendleton (oh god of course there is).
I love these light novels and books for children from the ninteen tens and teens ... I just feel at home there somehow.
OK, both the bosses have left, and so I will depart for colder climes. (See how the language rubs off?!)
