Random Adventures Part 1

After volunteering in the library last night, my boss walks up to me and asks me if I can do a favor for her. Thinking that it is something like shelving books or covering the circulation desk one night, I reply of course. She then asks me if I can meet her at the library this afternoon and open the trunk of her car. She drives an antique Ford convertible of some sort, and the lock is stripped so that the key will not come out after it has been used. She was trying to fix it a couple months ago and accidentally shut it after disabling it from the inside, so even if the key was working, it would not open. This is where I come in. Since the backseat is welded into the car, she removed the area that the top would sit on when folded down, giving her a space not quite a foot wide. After unsuccessfully trying to use a pole to open it, she decided to find a small person, and being short and slender, I fit the bill. My job was to climb over the back seat, crawl into the trunk, and pull on the mechanism so that she could reattach it. All of this took place in the middle of the central campus parking lot, so anyone who passed by had a perfect view of my butt pressing against the plastic window as I disappeared into the little space and then reappeared through the suddenly open trunk. I'm sure it was hilarious to anyone who may have seen, and despite the challenge to my mild claustrophobia, I will gladly laugh with them.

My Second First Post

I got back from a wonderful day of gardening to find my roommate and her boyfriend angry at a blogging assignment they have to do for class. Actually, he was working quite peacefully, but he agrees with everything she says, so they were both technically angry. Anyway, there was no way I could tune out her hatred of Blogger, even with earbuds in, and I vaguely remembered starting a blog at one point, so I decided to see if I still had one. Now that I've found it, I want to amend my previous first post. I don't really write poetry anymore. I found out that my genre is more creative nonfiction, and despite not having a desire to get published, I had my first essay accepted for publication this spring. I still love to knit and I don't think that will ever change. Right now I'm learning to do the kitchener stitch so that I can finish a prayer shawl I made for a Catholic friend. I am still pagan, which is actually what my nonfiction essay was about. Clearly I'm more open about it now, so it probably won't be emphasized more than anything else I write about.

I do have a lot to say, and I intend to say it. It usually makes me feel better eventually.