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I love it when I see the "in Transit" indication when I check my library account to get an idea of when to expect my holds to arrive..... Usually it takes a couple of days or maybe even three for a book to be transferred from one branch to another in our large system, and that of course includes staff processing time on each end of the transaction, not just the actual physical transportation of the item. Then the patron is notified that the book is available for pickup, and we have a week in which to do that. If the patron for whatever reason doesn't get to the library to pick the book up, then it is either returned to the branch that "owns" it or it is made available to the next patron who has a hold on it (the latter being customary for best-sellers and titles in high demand, of course).

The whole pandemic thing, though, has slowed the entire process down, as at first during the worst of the COVID-19 situation the library was closed, and then reopening was a limited, gradual process. Now, although the branches are open for browsing and self-check-out (as opposed to curbside pickup) the library has to quarantine returned materials for 96 hours before anything can be done with the item after that....

It's great to go into the library and find my book(s) waiting on the "Holds" shelf for me, ready to take home for my reading pleasure.....
 
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I shall plan an expedition to collect the books, when they are no longer "in transit" but have actually arrived, and shall take advantage of that to make a few other purchases as well.
 
Sewing.

Some of the domestic arts.

This is something for which I do not have much of a natural talent, and my mother - bless her - never insisted that I master it ("science is more important and more interesting than sewing", she had said, for she loved science, admired Darwin and Copernicus, and had raged that her traditional father - backed by an even more traditional sister - had thought that the study of the natural sciences was neither interesting nor relevant for a youngest daughter).

However, she did insist that I master the skill (not as simple as you think) of sewing on buttons. "This has nothing to with female subjugation and everything to do with basic, practical, necessity, and it is something that is valuable to know how to do," she observed, her voice echoing in my mind this morning.

And she taught me well.

It is years since I have had to sew anything (when she was with us, the carer always did such things long before it ever crossed my mind that they needed to be done), but this morning, the memory of my mother's instructions ringing in my mind, I did a spot of remedial sewing, following the precise sequence of steps my mother had demonstrated to me many (well, a few) decades ago.

Now, the completed work is not a thing of threaded beauty; but, it is fully functional, and, for that, I have my mother to thank.
 
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Yes, a lot depends upon the logistics: which branch the item is coming from, and the location of the final destination. We have 23 branches in our system, which is a lot of shuffling of books around! Eight Regional Libraries and 14 Community Libraries, plus Access Services (Talking Books, etc.). To give you an idea of how things are done here, which may or may not be similar in libraries elsewhere in the US and around the world: when a hold is requested by a patron, if it is on another branch's shelf already, that speeds things up, but if it is out in circulation everywhere that usually takes longer, as the first copy to be returned to any branch is then flagged as a hold. Next, the relevant info on an easily-removable sticky label is put on the book's spine, then a long slip of paper with the symbol of the destination branch is slipped into the book, which is then banded so that the slip of paper doesn't fall out, and the book is dropped into a wheeled laundry bin with others destined for the same general geographical region within the county. Each region has a large regional branch which serves the four or five smaller community and satellite libraries. The bin is then wheeled out to one of the large trucks used for delivering items among branches and is on its way.....

There are no deliveries on Saturdays, Sundays or holidays, so that can be a delaying factor, and of course weather, traffic accidents and other unforeseen events may cause additional delays. At the regional library, further sorting is done, this time by specific branch so that an item designated for, say, PH (Patrick Henry Community Branch Library), KP (Kings Park Community Branch Library) or TJ (Thomas Jefferson Community Branch Library) will get to the right place. When Delivery arrives, staff in the workroom spend an hour or so handling what is coming in, putting holds on the cart to be shelved on the holds shelving, and other books to be shelved in appropriate places. Everything is updated in the computer that the item has arrived in the branch and is ready for pickup, and the current library materials management system automatically sends out an email message to the patron, notifying him or her that the book is available for pickup, and provides the time frame for that.

SS, enjoy your books when they have arrived!
 
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Sewing.

Some of the domestic arts.

This is something for which I do not have much of a natural talent, and my mother - bless her - never insisted that I master it ("science is more important and more interesting than sewing", she had said, for she loved science, admired Darwin and Copernicus, and had raged that her traditional father - backed by an even more traditional sister - had thought that the study of the natural sciences was neither interesting nor relevant for a youngest daughter).

However, she did insist that I master the skill (not as simple as you think) of sewing on buttons. "This has nothing to with female subjugation and everything to do with basic, practical, necessity, and it is something that is valuable to know how to do," she observed, her voice echoing in my mind this morning.

And she taught me well.

It is years since I have had to sew anything (when she was with us, the carer always did such things long before it ever crossed my mind that they needed to be done), but this morning, the memory of my mother's instructions ringing in my mind, I did a spot of remedial sewing, following the precise sequence of steps my mother had demonstrated to me many (well, a few) decades ago.

Now, the completed work is not a thing of threaded beauty; but, it is fully functional, and, for that, I have my mother to thank.
As a child, sewing was something that I occasionally tried, under my mother’s supervision, but it never took hold as an interest. She had a nice Pfaff machine that did all sorts of embroidery, which she enjoyed and I did not.

In my 30s, after my wife and i bought our first house, we realized that the household budget did not include window coverings. My wife wasn‘t particularly interested in sewing, so that left me. One thing led to another, and I purchased a used Viking sewing machine, and signed up for some classes. The result was a set of insulated shades for the house, along with the realization that sewing could be useful and fun.

I took to it with enthusiasm, and at one point, between jobs, managed to supplement my income by contract sewing for a company that made nylon covers for Macs. That taught me some production techniques, which can be real time-savers, and thereby make the difference between working for dollars and pennies per hour.

I also took more classes, including a tailoring class. The class project was making a blazer out of the material of our choice. We also had the choice of using fusible interfacing on the lapels, or going the old-school route of pad stitching. I impulsively chose the latter, a choice I questioned at several points. But the blazer turned out well, and I was able to wear it in public without drawing snickers from those around me.

Learning to sew also gave me a better eye for quality construction in clothing and outdoor gear. Knowing how something went together is key to understanding how to take it apart sufficiently to make a proper repair, or a modification that looks like it was part of the original design. It’s been a few years since I sat down to sew, but I have a growing pile of projects that need attended to. Now all I need is a dedicated space to set up my machine and a cutting table. Soon, I hope.
 
Sewing.

Some of the domestic arts.

This is something for which I do not have much of a natural talent, and my mother - bless her - never insisted that I master it ("science is more important and more interesting than sewing", she had said, for she loved science, admired Darwin and Copernicus, and had raged that her traditional father - backed by an even more traditional sister - had thought that the study of the natural sciences was neither interesting nor relevant for a youngest daughter).

However, she did insist that I master the skill (not as simple as you think) of sewing on buttons. "This has nothing to with female subjugation and everything to do with basic, practical, necessity, and it is something that is valuable to know how to do," she observed, her voice echoing in my mind this morning.

And she taught me well.

It is years since I have had to sew anything (when she was with us, the carer always did such things long before it ever crossed my mind that they needed to be done), but this morning, the memory of my mother's instructions ringing in my mind, I did a spot of remedial sewing, following the precise sequence of steps my mother had demonstrated to me many (well, a few) decades ago.

Now, the completed work is not a thing of threaded beauty; but, it is fully functional, and, for that, I have my mother to thank.
I can sew a button. But that’s about the extent of needle work in this house. I’ve tried mending seams but they never last.
 
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I'm a ridiculous human. I took this photo yesterday and I realized today that my face says more than my words. Unfortunately, it's not usually saying anything decipherable.

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Sorry you are in the wrong thread. This is the what's on your mind thread. Not the I've lost my mind thread! :D

That I've lost my mind was on my mind. I'm a complicated potato.

We're expecting cooler temperatures here by Friday, possibly rain. 24°C. Oh! I started using metric here because the rest of the world pretty much does right? I'm trying to learn.
 
That I've lost my mind was on my mind. I'm a complicated potato.

We're expecting cooler temperatures here by Friday, possibly rain. 24°C. Oh! I started using metric here because the rest of the world pretty much does right? I'm trying to learn.
Good to know. 24C sounds like our summer though! Possible rain? Thats also an everyday occurrence in the UK.
 
That I've lost my mind was on my mind. I'm a complicated potato.

We're expecting cooler temperatures here by Friday, possibly rain. 24°C. Oh! I started using metric here because the rest of the world pretty much does right? I'm trying to learn.

We're all complicated potatoes
Thanks for posting
Keep on keeping' on
 
Sewing? Not my forte, absolutely not at all! LOL!

I am disappointed that where I voted today we didn't get any of the neat little "I Voted!" stickers that we've always received before. Pouting....

It was gorgeous here this afternoon so I didn't mind standing outdoors for just over an hour and then going through the actual additional time of check-in/verification/voting process inside the library building -- all-in-all it took about an hour and a half. The turnout was really excellent and more people were arriving as I was leaving..... It was fun seeing a couple of neighbors and a friend, waving, rode past us on her bicycle, enjoying the great weather. I think we hit 75 degrees. Tomorrow is supposed to turn colder and ugly with rain and cloudiness. Bleh.
 
I keep thinking about my aunt's death and how I feel like I didn't do enough to prevent it. It hurts so much to know that she was in pain and struggling for her life. I also think about my mom and how depressed she's gotten and I'm so worried about her, that was her big sister she's lost and my mom is battling depression. Everyday I'm scared I'm going to get a call that my mom isn't here anymore. It scares me so much.
 
I keep thinking about my aunt's death and how I feel like I didn't do enough to prevent it. It hurts so much to know that she was in pain and struggling for her life. I also think about my mom and how depressed she's gotten and I'm so worried about her, that was her big sister she's lost and my mom is battling depression. Everyday I'm scared I'm going to get a call that my mom isn't here anymore. It scares me so much.
When someone we love dies, it's natural to feel as though we didn't do enough. In some ways it can feel like no matter what we do, it's never enough. If you're not living near your mom, maybe there's a way you can help connect her to local grief support resources and check in on her regularly.
 
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