July 12, 1991

I try the stereo again and this time the intro to "Hotel California" floats out of both speakers, just like it did in the dream I had overnight. 

Midmorning at the library, I call Liz to inform her of the great news [Librarian of the Year] but there's no answer.  She's at the library with her kids, that's why.  She is overjoyed; her eyes brim with tears.  She shares the news with Sharon, but Peg [Branson] did say to try to keep a lid on it until next week.  Both Sharon and Liz make a point of telling me how richly deserved the award is.  I am very touched. 

Larry Martin and I have lunch together at the Olde Towne Inn -- great onion rings -- and then he sits in on the SSRT meeting. 

I'm so busy at the [reference] desk I make no headway on the long-rang plan or an initial budget draft. 

I pick up Andy, JoAnna's golfing, and spend about a half hour watering the plants. 

July 11, 1991

Yesterday Larry Martin called and the first word out of his mouth, "Congratulations!", caught me completely off guard.

I stammer a response.

"Uh-oh, you haven't heard yet?"

"Heard what?" I ask.

"Oh, never mind.  Goodbye," he kiddingly responds.   "You've been selected as Librarian of the Year".

I'm flabbergasted, never having given my nomination much of a chance.  Already I'm pondering my acceptance speech.  That was one of my questions for Larry.  What does the awards ceremony involve?

For supper, I cook ribs on the grill, and, despite a number of pesky bees -- one of which meets its maker -- we eat on the patio.

While JoAnna and Barb (and Eddie) go shopping, Andy and I go to the park.  He plays with an 8-year-old girl, a slightly plump redhead with a face from Stephen King central casting -- it's the narrow eyes -- who has must moved into the neighborhood  from Milton.  Back home I give Andy a bath and discover that one of my speakers is silent when I play a record.