Career change?

She wants to be me, she said--sitting in a coffee shop taking notes. I've never noticed her, but she says she sees me every morning. So we chatted a bit. A former librarian turned lawyer. Actually, she sounds like she thoroughly enjoys what she's doing.

It's nice to be remembered

A tall, nice looking man carrying a broom stopped at my table and said, "Didn't you used to walk at the Lane Avenue Mall?" I had no idea who he was and didn't recognize him, but I agreed, that was indeed me for many years. Coffee at Caribou; walk for 30 minutes at Lane; on to open the Veterinary Library at 7:30.

"How did you remember me after all these years?" I asked, after he told me he was a maintenance worker there in those years.

"I always remember pleasant people," he said.

Maybe he remembers the times I forgot to change back into my dress shoes and had to come back and look for them.

Overheard standing in line for coffee

"Like I mean like he tears up everything like what I give him like the stuffing is everywhere and I'm so afraid like he'll swallow something and like get sick like. . .?"

Are you still blogging?

Father and son greeted me at Panera today. Apparently reads this blog. Or used to. Wonder how I tagged him? Today it will be "fathers." Also the young teen son said he'd check out the fan page I made.