Library Diva's Guide to Volunteering…











{May 30, 2011}   Holah Guacamolah!

I was making my famous guacamole for the usual family cook out today and with my herbs in full throttle out in the yard thought I’d do a little caprice salad and salsa as well…

Coming in and out of my kitchen door to snip and snap off chives, parsley, green onions,  basil and oregano my neighbors across the way, through the two houses behind me caught my eye. How they caught my eye I’m not sure, when I’m home, I melt into my own little world. My own little place of seclusion, like my office at work. I’m rather shy and quiet, easily turning it on when I have to in regards to being social, or getting upset, but almost always resorting back to my own quiet little world that surrounds me. Remember it was Mighty Mo that alarmed me of my neighbor’s New Year’s house fire!

I had just snipped off the right amount of chives when I saw this husband and wife neighbor team walk toward their car. She was to be driving and so she unlocked the door with her hand held device. He waited by the front door passenger side. She opened the door behind the driver’s side and placed her purse in the seat and closed the door. He stood there, watching her. Surely, she had unlocked the door for him to get it? It was pushing 90 degrees already today and it wasn’t noon yet. Get in man! Get out of the sun!

She opened the front driver’s side door again and proceeded to get in and sit down, and then he got in on his side…Wait!? HOLD THE PHONE! Could he have waited for her to get in first and sit before he went in????

Now that is true old school…and that is very very nice.



Lent is upon us and with meatless days and acts of  “giving up” pleasures and temptations for 6 weeks until Easter is here we try to find hope, love and charity in not only “giving up” but also “giving”.

I love a good ole Micky D’s fish fillet sandwich. I think it’s the tartar sauce. I’m a saucy dippy type of gal anyway and if I don’t have the sauce for my nuggets or naked tenders, or cheese for my nachos, or dip for  my chips, what’s the point? I tried a BK fish sandwich and it just wasn’t the same as the Mickey D’s. Sure, I’ve been told it’s bigger, better, thicker, fishier…but it’s just lacking the tartar sauce….and with that comes the lesson of the day.

What’s your tartar sauce? What’s the one thing that makes or breaks a deal for you? a hug? a kind word? a thank you?

The fish sandwich itself is obvious, but it’s the tartar sauce that makes it for me. That’s the detail of the sandwich. I like to look past the obvious and concentrate on a few of the details. I have a co worker who is a little thin on the top, but he has the most adorable curls around the bottom, I always compliment him on his curls. It’s makes his day.

When I went through the BK window to get my sandwich, a gust of wind blew up and the chic in the window told me that I smelled good. Wow. Fighting off the BK broiler, she got a slight whiff of my Burberry? How awesome was that? Even though my sandwich didn’t have good tartar…she gave me some good tartar in a different way.

I’m always spreading the tartar around for my volunteers. I notice everything and listen to everything and follow-up. How’s your grand baby? How did your dr. appointment go? Here’s a book you might enjoy…!

It’s all genuine and real. Tartar sauce can spoil if you don’t keep it fresh. It can smell and get ugly if you neglect it. You can’t be spreading bad tartar…it’s better not to have any at all in that case.

Granted we’re encouraged not to sweat the small stuff, but it’s also the small things in life that mean the most. Can we do without the tartar? Sure…but it sure does add to a make a good fish sandwich…

 

 

 

 

 



I remember when this video came out on MTV. My sisters and I would all sing different parts, and then all of us would sing the chorus together. Even today, 26 years later, you can’t help but get warm, fuzzy feelings and a desire to get out there and make a difference when you hear it. Especially this time of year.

When you live on the library side of the street, you have a soft spot for musicians, artists, writers, and readers. That’s what music is, a lyric, a poem, a story put down in to words and complimented with instruments: a piano, a guitar, drums and the human voice.

After 26 years, I can still listen to this song and still feel the call to action. This song is for Africa, but the message is timeless all around the world and  in our own back yard.  Use your time, resources or money to help those that have less than you.

Deliver a meal, crochet a blanket, donate food, give to the United Way, adopt a shelter pet…the list is endless, the need is endless and the reward is eternal.



et cetera
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