Old Mother Hubbard

I’ve been under the weather lately, as spring has sprung with a vengeance. I’m not a big fan of pollen, as it tends to cause sinus issues that spark off migraines left and right. However, my children seem to have inherited none of my pollen issues, so they’ve been chomping at the bit to get outside and go places.

This morning, I woke up with a dreadful headache–but with library books coming due and two small twitchy kids, I didn’t have much of a choice. I took two Aleve and a Claritin, packed up the books in a backpack, and rounded up the children and their shoes and socks. We passed front lawns that were perfectly manicured, front lawns that were kind of shaggy, and front lawns full of violets, buttercups, and dandelions. Ours is definitely in the last category.

At the library, Becca socialized with anything that had a pulse, while Marcus glared at her and muttered things about the dangers of talking to strangers under his breath. I did a quick run-through in the children’s section and picked up some interesting-looking books, including [amazon asin=”0531301788″]Zagazoo[/amazon], illustrated by [Quentin Blake](http://www.quentinblake.com/). (I love Quentin Blake, I really do.)

Our library has been running a special theme this week where books “come alive,” which essentially means that librarians and their aids have to dress up as a character in a book. I was less than amused with Mickey Mouse, because I hate Disney for various and sundry reasons, not the least of which is the UCITA.

At the checkout, we were greeted by a lovely older woman with salt-and-pepper hair wearing a straw hat (complete with black ribbon), white pan-collared blouse, and navy blue button down sweater.

Oh, Madeline.