Archive | June, 2008

Not really where I left off

29 Jun

I flew eastward for this conference and now I’m at my parent’s house. I was supposed to leave for Iowa early this morning but yesterday my mom woke me up from a pre-dinner nap with a pitcher of margaritas, and I thought about how the library (where I work) is still under water. (Did you know the Midwest is suffering from flood and bloat? My Northwest airline agent had no idea and that surprised me. Since you have to fly through the Midwest to get to the Northwest.) And I decided I might as well stay here where there is always cheese in the fridge and ice cream in the freezer.

(Unfortunately I made this decision after I had bailed from visiting the littlest Lisa in Rochester because I didn’t have time to make the trip. And now I have time but no car priveleges. I miss you, Lisa.)  

So here I am and I just trounced my parents in Scrabble. Not scrabulous. It’s been a while since I’ve played it at an actual table. My dad is a miserable speller. The most absurd of his spelling questions came during his last turn (before he quit), with rhaaait in his hand.

“What’s the arabic word for law?” (He was going for shariah. Not legal.) Immediately follwed by: “What do you call the guy who collects dead horses?” Do you know of such a noun?


Another club I wish I could join

6 Jun

I was browsing through another library’s site for work and I found a photograph collection for The Book of SOYP.

In 1919, David Whitcomb, president of Rainier National Park Company, and Tom Martin, general manager, came up with the idea to cache supplies at Paradise Inn on Mt. Rainier before the road was blocked with snow and to return after the new year with a group of friends who loved the outdoors. Calling themselves the Tribe of SOYP (Socks Outside Your Pants), the group first had an outing in February, 1920, and met annually thereafter.

Where was I in 1919? Did they really wear socks outside their pants? Yes they did.

Here’s a picture someone cataloged as “Nine men throwing George Hall up in the air from a stretched-out blanket.”