I suppose I should do some planning for tomorrow’s game, if only just some major plot beats to then skirt around. I sort of know the general direction, but I’ve a feeling there’s going to be some on-the-fly shenanigans in the mix.
That’s no bad thing, some of our most entertaining episodes have been unplanned and winged.
Today was pretty intense with a concentrated combined learning approach to teaching mental health first aid. I should specify it was me getting trained rather than imparting my wisdom to the masses.
As a technical note, the course is the FAA Level 2 Award in First Aid for Mental Health and so there will be a formal assessment on Thursday before I can earn the qualification. Essentially the training is in how to be the initial response and advocate when mental health needs addressing – and formalises the sort of general pastoral support I do with staff and public as well as friends and family.
Most of it is common sense and appropriate signposting and de-escalation, but it’s still been heavy going with a lot of my own issues raked up in the process. Still, if it means I can help people it’s worth it.
Most of my messages to people today have been to convey my absolute delight with the reactions of young children to the library today.
The message that most sums up the experience of today was: “I have had just the cutest youngsters in today having their minds blown by all the books available – toddlers that were last here as babies for rhymetime now being able to walk round, touch books, big smiles and wide eyes.”
It has melted my heart and brought joy to all – a memory I shall treasure
I’m exhausted, but it is a good exhausted, because today was our first day back open to the public rather than running a click and collect service. It felt entirely appropriate that the first people through the door were a couple of toddlers and their mum.
It was pretty much non-stop from there. It was wonderful, hearing families back in the building. A good busy day that just flew by.
Back for more tomorrow then
Last night’s game went really well, with only minor fudging by yours truly to shift things along. We completed the adventure started for the charity stream with kobolds defeated and a hidden sub-basement discovered and cleared of menaces.
The whole thing is still available to watch on www.twitch.tv/princessleah1980 and will no doubt end up on YouTube at some point too.
I’ve just been absolutely exhausted all day, so just as well it’s been a day off. I may have spent a couple of hours this afternoon catnapping.
Oh, and there are some new designs up on Amazon UK:
We have “Phoenix Memories” available as a tshirt at: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0929SMR7G/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_glc_fabc_7H0A2DSK83P6H84KKVYM
We also have a “Shimmering Rainbow” tshirt: at: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0929WRWDS/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_glc_fabc_AGMN809HDBH6XSGBH7SG
And last but not least we have the DDC zipped hoodie available as well: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0927CX3NR/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_glc_fabc_E8V2J93CXA2QK643FDNE
I recently got promoted up another tier for Amazon Merch, so shall be having fun making designs available as we go along
We’re due to reopen for browsing next week so I took advantage of a slow day to tackle the cupboard containing our main electrics board and the gas supply stopcock – as you do. No spiders or accumulations of building debris from renovation work would stay my hand from discarding mouse-nibbled bits of carpet or cleaning off plastic children’s chairs.
As an added bonus to passing the time, it meant I could organise the contents so that it was a) safe b) not blocking access to important things c) improve fire safety and d) put things we needed in easy reach rather than the subject of intensive explorations to uncover.
I’m rather proud of today’s efforts.
In the distance, he could hear the rumble and boom of battle getting closer. Dust fell sporadically, disturbed by the larger explosions, but he kept writing. Nothing stopped the scratch of his pen against paper, unless he needed to brush away debris fallen from the ceiling. Even then it was with an economy’s motion that barely broke the pace of The Work.
The Work would be completed. That had been decided, and so it would happen. Seething fields of probability collapsed into ordered rows of flowing cursive script to make it so. He deftly imposed his will on the process of the composition before him, and allowed himself a smile of contentment.
The moment stretched, poised on the tip of his pen, dragged against the inertia of time, and the shadows deepened around him. Pressure began to gather against his ears and across his skin, defying his steady progress as if the world had begun to hold its breath. Even a particularly loud boom of ordnance detonating right overhead did nothing to distract him.
Then he was done, and the only sound in the chamber was the click of the barrel of his pen as he laid it on the varnished tabletop surface beside the book.
There was another overhead rumble, but he paid it no attention. The future, or at least the moment he had calved away from nature’s flow, was now fixed in place. It spun from the linchpin of his design and this totem of declaration.
His task was done. Now the story would gather its strength and devour all opposition. He looked down, closed the book, and waited for the end.
The universe decided that I was not going to get any coffee down my throat today. My first cup of coffee went cold despite being in a travel mug. To be fair that was over the course of several hours while work kept me busy.
My second cup of coffee ended up all over the work counter in an accident involving a crate of books, a stack of routing slips, and a distracted colleague. No books were damaged but our cleaner may be cursing the stain on the carpet this evening.
My third attempt at having coffee was foiled by the kettle deciding not to cooperate.
Needless to say I was exhausted when I got home, and nearly fell asleep after I’d had a shower. Lady M took pity on me and made coffee after that so I could assume some level of consciousness in time for supper.
Another week, and as I was working on Saturday today was a short morning – that was mostly spent sorting out rotas. We’ve started sharing the duties out on that as the restructure starts shifting management around. No great dramas to report there.
I did drop by another library on the way home though. We’re starting to think about how to safely restart public events as restrictions drop, and I’d promised a couple of staff at this one that I would drop in on the way home.
While some libraries have in the past used CD players while running things like rhymetime this has not been the case here, so the staff were unsure about appropriate songs or lyrics to use. I promised to bring my old folder of songs round for them to copy. It was also a good excuse to stop in and have a gossip with my co-manager who was on-site today.
So, not a lot done, but it felt productive. With that and sorting out laundry when I got home it has been a nice pause.
I was working today, and exhausted yesterday, but at last it’s the Easter Weekend and I have plans.
Tomorrow we have a special guest for our live stream for the DDC as it is Lady B’s birthday weekend. The stream is in support of Chrysalis, and I even have a plot lined up.
Then on Monday we’ll be catching up with the ex-Lady M and the Charleesi (plus boyfriend) for an open air catchup for the first time since before Christmas. I can’t wait, it feels like years rather than months since I’ve seen them.
So that’s the plan.