Today was, while not exactly typical, interesting, and since people seem to like these day-in-the-life posts, and since I haven’t done one in awhile, I thought I’d write it up.
The big news around here at the moment is that we’ve got a forest fire burning about 30 miles from here, at Venus Creek in the Shoshone National Forest. (And yes, you can now get RSS feeds for forest fires). The whole area is blanketed in smoke: this evening the sky was dark and the moon was shining red long before the sun set. My friends took some pictures of the smoke on Sunday, which I uploaded to Flickr. When I left work today, there were bits of ash in my car.
Today was the day after the last day of summer reading for the kids, which meant that my coworker, who runs the program, spent the day figuring out which kids will get which of our fabulous prizes at the party on Thursday. They’ll also get cookies from the Meeteetse Chocolatier. In addition to the usual day’s work–recording statistics, working the circulation desk, walking down to the post office at 10 to get the mail, and so on, I spent the day typing up lists of discarded westerns and self-help books. The Wyoming State Library has prepared a guide to the needs of the libraries at Wyoming state institutions, and I’ve been e-mailing with some of the librarians there to see if they’d be interested in some of our discarded and donated books.
The population of Meeteetse doubled this afternoon and evening as riders from the Tour de Wyoming poured into town. Many of them came in to the library and were pleased but surprised when I told them that yes, we had internet access, and yes, they could use a computer, and no, they didn’t have to sign up or show ID or anything. I had planned to stay after work for about an hour to do some work for my online course before I went swimming. There were still a number of bicyclists using the computers, reading magazines, and generally doing library-ish things at 4, when we normally close, so I decided I might as well just keep the library open for an extra hour, since I was going to be there anyway.
This evening I went to dinner with a friend at the Spoke. Aside from the owners and staff, we were pretty much the only locals there, and so we regaled the out of towners with various tales (some tall and some not) and heard, more than once, someone say, “Wow. . . you get to live here!”–to which I could only nod and say, “Yes. Yes, I do.”