Thursday, October 29, 2020
I was talking with some co-workers yesterday about how tired I am these days, and how hard this time change has been for me. They said the same thing, and we wondered if all the tension surrounding the pandemic and leading up to this election has simply left us exhausted. Wouldn't surprise me.
Not a whole lot of news yesterday. I pulled the plug on the witchcraft/satanism book -- weeded it and put it in the charity box. In the end, it came down to the fact that the book wasn't used. Plus it was impractically huge and took up more shelf space than it deserved.
My next conundrum is over a series of slim volumes about the elements. There's one book for each element -- sulphur, zinc, aluminum, boron, that kind of thing. They're not all represented, especially when you get to those weird ones high up on the periodic table that exist only in laboratories for a fraction of a second, but many are. The books sound useful, but they aren't used, and nowadays all that information is online. There's no need for a middle-school level book about each element, and they're at least 15 years old. The science department says they'll take them for casual classroom reading, so I think that may be the solution.
It's amazing how high a premium there is on shelf space in our library. It seems like a huge room (a couple of rooms, actually) but you'd be surprised how quickly those shelves get jammed up.
Dave and I have periodically been watching a series on Netflix called "The Rain," which like "Borgen" is from Denmark. We're on the second season and I am completely bewildered by what is going on. My synopsis: There's a fatal virus that's spread by rainfall, and anyone who is touched by the rain dies. But then the rain stops, and mysteriously there's still the virus, which was created in a lab, and a kid named Rasmus is a carrier. The lab desperately wants him back, while his sister Simone tries valiantly to protect him. They run around with an evolving cast of allies, and there's lots of gun-pointing and devastation and people die and fall in love and somehow this virus is actually visible to the naked eye and I think I might finally be done with this show.
(Photo: A building in Hampstead covered with bright red Boston ivy.)