Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cookie-cutter Cupid with a Top Hat Another busy day, although not quite as frantic. Apparently this is what a laid-back Congress looks like - we had fewer people register than we thought, so it's meant that there haven't been as many weird requests. Our docent coordinator, who is brand spanking new, is having a miserable day - all the correspondent docents descended on her, and the program is in such disarray, and she is, as I said, so brand new, that she really doesn't have solid answers to give them. Poor thing. She went over to her former workplace, the Octagon, to hide for a bit during the afternoon. We have in our collection a pair of Dolly Madison's earrings (pretty little things, they are) and today somebody came up to our office and asked our director if she could see "the Dolly Parton earrings." The thing is, Dolly Madison was herself kind of a wild woman. As our director said, "There was a joke in there somewhere, but I couldn't think of it fast enough, and she probably wouldn't have gotten it!" Got to sit in the President General's box in our venue today and get applauded with the rest of the museum staff. Pretty cool, actually. The Fourth of July party I was to chaperone was rather a bust - we had good food and frolicked in the pool, but a lot of Boop's friends had other commitments. When the hostess asks if she can leave the party, you know it's not going well. At least the tiki torches were fun. After all the kiddies left, Bemo, mom and I set off all the fireworks in our own private party. But bah, fireworks have gotten boring since I was a kidlet. They're all variations on fountains of sparks, or things that do nothing but strobe or whistle. Going to meet Cherbear and friends in Old Town Alexandria tonight, but it can't be a late one because I do have to go to work tomorrow. At least I can drive in and out with minimal time and trouble. Accessioned a bunch of badly tarnished shaped cutters that were intended to cut tea sandwiches in various festive shapes (they could also work for cookie cutters). All neatly labeled, too, each with their little sillhouette in the box. "Fish, for Lent or Fridays" (Presumably the sandwich would have to be tuna!), "Sailboat, for Navy Day" (do we even celebrate that anymore?) and a very lumpy gingerbreadmanish shape that was intended to be the cupid with a top hat dude to welcome in the New Year. It seems to be my particular curse this year to label many many small items. And frankly, I'm getting rather sick of it. Next time, I'm taking the quilt, or a nice big piece of furniture that only needs ONE number, and doesn't have multiple parts that also need to get marked. The Bemo should be home very soon, so I'm going to go finish up some small things so we can go as soon as he arrives. 7:17 p.m. - 2002-07-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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