Segregating New Arrivals

I love my library, the Glenview Public Library. I don’t know how many times and how many ways I’ve said it since we arrived in Chicagoland just under six years ago.

My library is large. It’s a brand new facility, opened not too long after we moved here. At first, we missed the tiny little building it used to be but we’ve grown to love the big space — plenty of room for new books!

The librarians are outstanding. Really excellent. They’re friendly and helpful and go out of their way to resolve the occasional problem. When we leave this godforsaken place in a little more than two years, our library and our librarians will be missed.

Which is all why it pains me to write this blog post.

I am really disappointed with the recent decision to segregate the new arrivals — the non-fiction new arrivals have been moved upstairs, with the other non-fiction. The reading club books have been moved to the shelves that used to hold the non-fiction new arrivals.

This pains me. In more ways than one.

We go to our library at least twice a week. We check out dozens of books, of all kinds — and I do mean all kinds — every time we go. Almost every time we visit, we peruse the new arrivals and almost every time, we pluck at least one non-fiction book from the new arrivals shelf. Biographies, poetry, cookbooks, craft books, self-help, travel guides — you name it, we’re interested in it. (Those who read my blog fairly regular know how often I say, “I don’t know how this ended up on our library cart.” — or “I plucked this from the new arrivals shelf.” SO OFTEN. This happens because we peruse the new arrivals shelves so often.)

Because we often visit our library early in the morning or during a lunch break, we have very little time to peruse the stacks. We grab our holds from the holds shelf, we walk to the new arrivals shelves and then we check out. In and out in 15 minutes, which includes chit chatting with our favorite librarians.

With the non-fictions all the way upstairs … we just do not have time to go all of the way up those stairs and back down again, (even if my knee could handle all of the stairs), or deal with the elevator to get up there to look at the non-fiction new arrivals.

And lest you think this is all about me — In this time of library budget cuts, we’re lucky that we’ve got a fairly strong budget — you want to keep that budget, don’t you? Think about those who aren’t heavy library users. The occasional visitor. You want those people to be able to see the wealth of resources and entice them to check out a wide variety of books, just as quickly as you possibly can. You do this by having really interesting displays in easy to access areas. Like the new arrivals shelves. By hiding the new arrival non-fictions upstairs, you’re doing a bloody good job of keeping those books out of circulation. Shouldn’t one of your biggest goals be to get books circulating?

I polled my friends and family members about their libraries, assuming I was over-reacting. None, not a single person, said that their new arrivals were segregated in this way. None. They aren’t all in exactly the same area but they are all very in visible browsable spaces and absolutely not segregated to different floors!

Come on Glenview Public Library — think this through. You’re a big library but you’re not Chicago Public Library or New York Public Library big. There’s no need for this.

You’ve removed highly circulated books from a high visibility, browsable area in favor of non-browsable and low circulated books being in a browsable, highly-visible area. Nobody wandering around the library is going to decide to a) join a book club b) choose books for their book club via those shelves. That’s just now how book clubs work. Shouldn’t you know that?

I was trying to give the Glenview Public Library the benefit of the doubt — maybe they need more space for new fiction that’s coming in? But I took a look at the shelves where the book club books used to be and those are empty. Completely empty. And even if this decision was made to help free up space downstairs for fiction — I think there are better ways to do that.

- Move the book club books upstairs, maybe? Wouldn’t that seem like a smarter move?
- Reduce the number of new arrivals you display — though I’d be disappointed, that would at least make some sense.
- The first row of new arrivals is not a very eye-catching display. Just do away with it or move it to the area by the rental books, that frees up an entire shelf right there.

I need to run to the library and pick up some reserves, as well as books for this weekend’s #readathon and the very idea depresses me. It’s only been a couple of weeks since the non-fictions moved and it just makes me sad every time I go in, now.

Holy Hell

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

I know, all the vague-blogging makes people crazy but that’s pretty much all I have tonight.

Except for the breaking news that I was standing on the back steps with the dogs in a short sleeved night shirt and NO COAT and I wasn’t even cold. So there’s that.

The Boy on the Wooden Box

From the Cybils shortlist, The Boy on the Wooden Box is the story of Leon Leyson, one of the Jews on Schindler’s List. It was an ok book — not great but if you’re a middle school kid or even a high schooler who doesn’t know anything about Schindler, this would be a good easy book to dive into. Though it was more about Lesyon and his family than Schindler, of course.

Goodbye 2048

It took just under a week but I beat that damn 2048 game… Yay!

But, it’s so annoying because NOBODY was awake to hear me scream.

Well, Lola was awake but she was less than impressed. She looked at me with disdain and went back to bed.

I BEAT IT!

The Valley of Amazement

Was not amazing.

Or it was amazing that it took me more than a week to read it?

The Valley of Amazement wasn’t bad. It just wasn’t amazing and it was not a quick read. I wasn’t a fan of the way it was laid out. I didn’t like the jump back to see what had been happening with Lulu Mimi while her daughter was growing up a courtesan. That felt jarring and it was too short. The jump back was equally jarring and short. I prefer we learn about all of the characters in the proper sequence without the jumping forward and backward and forward again.

Also, all the horrible things happened and happened and happened and happened.

I also didn’t love any of the main characters — I liked their sidekicks better. Magic Gourd, Golden Dove. Those were great women. There should be a book about them.

But, it was Amy Tan so it was well written and interesting.

Leaving Everything Most Loved

Wah. We’ve officially caught up with all of the Maisie Dobbs books. Leaving Everything Most Loved was TOUGH.

All of the leaving and moving on to new things. Billy and Sandra. Gah!

Yay for Frankie and Brenda.

Can’t decide whether I like James or hate him. Pretty sad when I start to think Maisie should hook up with Caldwell…

Hot, Cold, Hot, Cold

I went back to wearing two jackets and two pairs of socks in my house. I haven’t been able to bring myself to put on a second pair of pants. I just can’t go that far.

I’m not really warm with the extra layers but at least I’m not shivering so badly that I’m double typing every other letter.

Stupid weather is stupid.

Stupid hot flashes are equally stupid.

They cause me to want to strip off the layers but when I do, I find myself freezing my ass off again five minutes later. It’s a constant — put on the jackets, take off the jackets, put on the jackets, take off the jackets sort of thing.

Even more frustrating because I often take my jackets off and walk away and then have to figure out where I left them when I’m cold again five minutes later.

Today is stupid.

20-freaking-48

Elly is always playing some new game on her iPhone and I usually just ignore her. Oh sure, when she was little I installed jelly car for her (I blame Teddy for that) and let her play that on my phone but once she got her own iPhone (and iPad) I just rolled my eyes at whichever game she was currently fixated on.

But on Sunday, I got sucked into 2048 — regular version because the doge version she was playing just looked weird. I installed it on my own phone because watching her play was making me twitchy. She kept moving the tiles into the wrong damn place and while I might have let her play games on my phone, there’s no way in hell she’s gonna let me play games on hers.

So yea, I downloaded it.

And I cannot stop playing. It might be worse than Candy Crush. If I don’t get the damn 2048 tiles matched up soon, I’m going to have to remove the bloody game from my phone. It shouldn’t be that hard — it’s probably rigged.

Re-Entry Is Hard, Y’all

At some point during my little vacation, I saw my co-workers convo’ing about how quickly the day had gone. I chuckled because I often have days like that.

This is not one of those days.

I’ve been at my desk for almost six hours and am wondering why the day is dragging along so slowly. It’s not like I don’t have a ton of work to do — I definitely do, and I’m getting it all done in a timely manner. But good grief, when will this day end?

And the dogs have been royal pains in the ass. TW finally got two of them down for a nap (and yes, I know I sound like we’ve got toddlers or something) but Lola had to jump the gates so she could go into the other room and bark at squirrels which woke Buster Butt up and now I’m sure he’s gonna wonder around acting like a Butt again.

WHEN will THIS day END?

Remind me of this when I’m cursing about how quickly the time is flying later this week, ‘k?

I Had All the Fun

I had an exceptionally nice 4 day break — I worked maybe a total of an hour over four days. That’s… crazy. I worked more than that when JMP was born and I was on vacation in Hawaii. Hah. (Thank you, Sassymonkey.)

I got a lot of odds & ends done. TW and I had fun by ourselves, with the girls and with the puppies. I did some housework. I didn’t read very much and I realized yesterday that I never did put any time in my schedule to work on JMP’s stocking which really made me laugh because Sassymonkey pointed out out that my PTO to do list did not have any stocking time on it. I told her that’s an every day thing, not a PTO thing — and then it promptly fell off of my normal schedule, in favor of other things. So, I had to re-create today’s to do list and add that back in. Sheesh.

I’ve got two more PTO days coming up in a couple of weeks but I’ll be working more than an hour since Sassymonkey is traveling a bit over that weekend. I’m still very much looking forward to that break, though because it will be #readathon time!

I think April might be my favorite month, or it would be if we didn’t also pay $18K in taxes this month but let’s not think of that and ruin my nice vacation high, ok?