I think I might have mentioned that I volunteer at a local museum as a docent and I do tours and basically dress like a flight attendant and walk around with very good posture and my best and nicest secretarial glasses and librarian hair. Not that librarians have a certain hair style. What I mean is, that I wear my hair in my best imitation of what one would consider "librarian" hair, kind of like Peggy Hill. My usual is mom hair. Librarian is much more fun. Both of the styles utilize hair bands. But there's a huge difference between mom and librarian/Peggy Hill hair. As a librarian, I can appear smart. As a mom, I'm invisible, which happens to most of us after a certain age. It started happening to me about 7 years ago. I'm still searching for ways to enjoy being invisible. Maybe that is why I landed this new gig.
I LOVE my new gig.
Those four or five hours each week really do it for me. I suppose I could work in a LYS and show people how to knit and that would be fun, but it is even more fun to tell people facts that they may not know. Like the wing span of Air Force One. That's a good fact. I can also recite the presidents. Wanna' know if President Lincoln ever slept in the Lincoln Bedroom? Give me a call, dang it, and I will tell you and include some extras. Do you want to know who manufactured the rug in the oval office? Ditto. And the White House china? Don't get me started on that one. I'll talk about it until you drop. Facts, I have them.
But what I don't have are shoes that don't squeak.
When I was a girl, I had a book of Peanuts cartoons my mom or dad stuffed into my Christmas stocking. I recall a particular one where Linus is talking to Charlie Brown about squeaky shoes. In this comic strip, Linus reports to Charlie Brown that the reason his shoes squeak are because his parents haven't paid their taxes.
I know, it's not that funny, but for some reason that comic strip has stayed with me, kind of like Girlfriend's very first and only made-up joke ("Who stole the bread? . . . Rubber ducky!") And when my shoes squeak, it's like the sound is turned up so high that if someone else happens to be in the vicinity, I practically hop on one foot to avoid that squeaky sound. I have tried limping, but that doesn't work.
Oh: Squeaky shoes, they suck. It's almost like everybody knows that you are behind them, even though you hate being invisible.
Pictures and other stuff to come. I just wanted to tell you this.