Showing posts with label Radio Hall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Radio Hall. Show all posts

Monday, June 3, 2013

June 3, 1992



I'm away from the library all day.  During the morning, I drop in at Radio Hall to participate in an ETN on the Americans with Disabilities Act and its implications on programs and services for public libraries.  Afterwards, I visit the library school library and find just the book I need "Reference Services for Children and Young Adults".  Linda Mundt checks it out on her card for me.  Now I can start to make some progress on the September workshop I agreed to do for the Lakeshores Library System.  Right now I have very little in the way of prepared materials.  I spend about an hour at University Bookstore noting titles to add to the classic paperback collection.

The OPAC subcommittee takes the entire afternoon to review three of seven proposals.  It's not as tortuous a process as I thought it might be.  I pick up the boys at daycare.  As soon as I get home, I notice that Ganser has left stacks of materials on the roof.  The project must be set to begin tomorrow.

Strange evening.  Although the weather is ideal, we don't venture outside.  Andy's content to veg out watching cartoons for awhile.  I can't get him to eat much of a supper, though that's not a problem with Eddie.  With outdoor play an extended activity at daycare now, baths have become a nightly ritual.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

February 19, 1991



My approach to the start of the day is much too leisurely.  I leave the house for Radio Hall just in time to join the coagulated flow of peak morning drive time along University Avenue.  I have only 15 minutes to review my lecture notes, but I'm already well prepared, so the session goes very smoothly.  I read the case study over the air and the resulting discussion goes well.  I stop at the continuing education office to pick up the homework assignments, but the woman there doesn't even offer to help.  A phone conversation is her top priority.  She tells me to come back in 10 minutes when an unnamed person will be out of her class.  Linda?  To pass the time, I browse through some of the record stores on State Street, looking for Savoy Brown's Raw Sienna and Looking In on CD.  I'm tempted to buy Blue Matter or A Step Further but resist the urge, JoAnna's admonition ringing in my ears.  The rest of the day is routine.  I go to bed as soon as I get home from work at 9:30.

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