And so the wait begins. I’m not staying up for results; as I have said to a number of people over the last few days: I prefer to experience the inevitable existential dread over a cup of coffee in the morning.
And yet I am nervous. I have been deliberately avoiding the news and social media today as far as possible. As an unashamed Leftie and member of the LGBTQIA+ community I am scared for what another five years of right wing rule will bring.
I work with and serve people who have had their lives torn apart in the last ten years of Tory rule. I am worried over the language of division and hate that colours so much of the conversation around me.
I hope my fears are baseless. I hope my visions of the near future are wrong. I ardently hope that whatever tomorrow brings will actually lead to a brighter place for us all.
My fellow managers and I decided that as far as humanly possible we were going to foster a general day of mellowness at our respective libraries. Fussing and stress were to be kept to a minimum, and kindnesses to be granted where practical.
It wasn’t with any agenda in mind other than taking a breather after a couple of fairly intense days. It was rather fun. I intend to try and do it again tomorrow
I’ve done so much covering for other people with my leave that I basically have to take all of the rest of the year off after this week.
Oh no, however will I cope.
We were already planning to see my parents for Christmas, but as I have an extra week on top of what Lady M can take, I’m going to spend a few days down with lady s. As she is heavily engaged in creating a dress, much of my time is likely to be spent providing beverages, reminding her to pause for rests, and providing supportive cuddles when things don’t go to plan. It’s not unlike my routine when Lady M is making a dress to be honest.
I plan to take sketchpads, notebooks and a plethora of pens. Writing may even be perpetrated…
There’s one disadvantage to our tactics of buying things through the year to space out the cost and stress of Christmas – and that’s all the wrapping.
That’s what I’ve mostly been doing the last couple of days, and I’ve lost track of how many rolls of paper I’ve gone through. At least the card inside the rolls will end up integrated into props down the line – and most of the paper is recyclable.
In theory I could wrap things as I go, but there is something therapeutic about wrapping presents in large numbers that I enjoy. I am reaching the point soon where I will have to reorganize what is stacked under the tree though.
In the meantime I’m having an early night so that my back can stop complaining about being hunched over the table. A day back at work should sort that all out. I did leave instructions for the Saturday staff to have fun with the Christmas decorations, so I’ll be seeing what they did soon.
One of the libraries I manage is right in the heart of its community’s high street, and so when an opportunity arises to be part of a wider event we’re very pleased to be able to help however we can. Last night was a Christmas Fair, and following the success of an impromptu involvement this year, staff volunteered to be more engaged and make a bigger contribution.
To that end we agreed to host Santa’s Grotto in the children’s library, and had a number of characters available for people to take photos with. We ran a crafts table, ran a lucky dip, had computers available for STEM software activities, and also just kept the library systems up and running for anyone who just fancied using the library.
It went incredibly well, and I’ve been making sure to let the managers of the various staff involved know just how valued and valuable the volunteers’ time and efforts were.
It was a late evening, and everyone is back to work again this morning with various degrees of tired shellshocked impressions in their faces, but also with a huge morale boost for just being able to do something fun as part of the wider local community.
If anyone reading this knows me well enough that they’re in line for a Christmas present, please don’t read too much into the choices of wrapping paper this year – I’m basically using up all the scrap ends of rolls that I had knocking around in the cupboard when I grabbed all the decorations at the weekend.
Last year I used brown paper extensively as a recyclable alternative – but I’ve found so many odds and ends that I would end up throwing away anyway that I might as well out them to use before you throw them away. When I’ve used those up, I’ll get more brown paper. So, if your present is wrapped in rainbow glossy colours, or swirls of hearts, then you can at least know that yours was one of the first I wrapped this year.
The more cynical among you may wonder if this is just an extended decluttering exercise – and you’d be right. At least it’ll look pretty.
Well, I’ve put up the Christmas tree anyway. I’ve delved into one of our seemingly dimensionally variable cupboards and retrieved the components of our tree and the boxes of decorations. Lady M is always excited for this time of year, so her face has been beaming with glee since she heard me open the doors.
It’s our first Christmas since buying the flat, which feels kind of strange to be writing. Nice, but odd after so many years of renting. You’d think it was an immediate cue to go bananas with the decorating, but the tree suffices. Well, mostly. There may be one or two little things on the shelves…