Hi Librarian,
I realize that I inadvertently left you with enough info several months back that if you have a quick mind and a good memory and a curious mind (you seem to have the first two qualities) you may have been reading my stuff on here and know who flower is. Well, I was under a lot of stress when my harddrive died and right after I left the library, I thought, "oh, no." That's one reason I deleted my posts that I didn't clarify here. If you have been here reading my stuff I say either "shame on you" or welcome, you must feel voiceless too. Maybe I'll write a book after my parents leave this world anyway and tell the whole strange tale and everyone will know who flower is anyhoo. (I think most of us on this board could write fascinating life stories.) Anyway, librarian, I kinda think you are too busy and professional to have read my posts anyway. They really aren't that interesting. But sometimes people do get curious, because we are human. So "I'm watching you" too or else I say, Welcome!
Now some wise acre may pretend to be the librarian so I'll put you to a test. What is the question I asked you one day and why would the answer seem so obvious to just about anyone else? What was the solution was I looking for? And if you can't remember that, Librarian, remember the reference question that found interesting, almost strange results on your computer about certain kind of professionals who shared a commonality? What is the profession and the commonality? Also what does your library care about that was made so clear to me one day by another librarian and that you humorously reinforced as an aside a little later by saying, "We care."
Sorry everyone but I had to post this. I guess I got creeped out. Living in a small city is the pits. I used to have an almost eidetic memory and a good verbal memory (and my husband says I still have a better than normal memory) so I know that it is humanly possible to answer those questions if one has the memory one would have to have to remember the word "voiceless" the next time I saw them, as the librarian remembered. The librarian called my family, the "voiceless family." Please don't ask me how my lips slipped. edited out something about a family memberI wasn't thinking about privacy at the library that day. In fact I was so under stress it took me months before I even really cared if someone might know my identity here. Guess I'm at a low spot lately and reremembered and got creeped out again. The support here is so helpful it has outweighed my misgivings about posting here.
Which of you have considered publishing your life story for the benefit of others?
