I got to spend a few hours this afternoon at the annual summer fair of one of the community associations my library serves.
There’d been a forecast of rain but the day turned out to be beautiful and I it was great fun to spend time with a bunch of my regular patrons, meet a bunch of new people, and even touch base with my local MLA who I first met while protesting cuts to libraries at his office a few years back and who, today, did the draw for a library “swag bag”. 🙂
One of my library regulars (who also happens to be on the RNECA board) took a turn working the RPL table…
Two more of my regular patrons make a pretty neat fashion statement with the free “I Love My Library” bumper stickers…
Speaker Mark Docherty (who, like me, is a fan of free speech!) hands out the RPL “swag bag” after doing a draw on the library’s behalf…
The rest of the family gets a trip to the museum and ice cream; I get to talk to people about chemtrails, flat earth theories, and how Disney hides secret messages in their movies, all while being #SaturdayLibrarian. 😉
This is pretty cool, not least for how it features some pretty unique genres compared to most of the “same song in a range of genres” videos that usually do variations of fairly mainstream rock -> country -> jazz -> folk styles.
I wasn’t much of a farmer growing up but I did shovel out a few bins in the summer, often in extreme heat (if it’s hot outside, it’s *extremely* hot in the bin) including once when my dad hired a few of my friends to help out. We stupidly went drinking the night before so suffered incredibly the next day.
As well, when I was in Grade 12, my dad had a pretty serious accident when a bin sweep caught some rubber lining under the grain and jumped up, breaking his arm and injuring his face. Had it been more serious and hurt him worse or even knocked him out, he might’ve died.
Which is all a long way to say that I hope this is a successful endeavour for the owners who have found a great way to transition to life after farming. And I hope it provides much enjoyment to campers looking for an opportunity to have a cool, unique experience.
But sleeping in a grain bin – even one modified with windows and screen doors – isn’t super appealing to me! 🙂
Some people use DNA tests to confirm their ancestry but the only thing I need to do to confirm my father and I are definitely related is to show up to a family event wearing the same clothes as my dad! Isn’t fashion sense genetically inherited??? 😉
All joking aside, Happy Father’s Day to the best dad I’ve ever had!
