October 12th, October 12th

I left the Hotel Ithaca around 6:20am in group of 8 or so. We were led by Mary Carol. Our first stop was Cascadilla Falls. It was still dark out. The falls were next to a church. On seeing the falls and the rushing water, I was reminded of my friend’s recent death. I bottled my sad thoughts. The morning was cold but comfortable.

We made our way to Ithaca Falls, which were massive. From the bridge we saw a heron. In order to approach the falls, we walked the path to the right of the bridge. With the recent rainstorms, the falls were going full blast. They were massive (100 feet tall and almost 200 feet across). There was someshoreline flooding. Mary Carol told me the falls are fed by Lake Cayuga.

After the hike ended, then came: breakfast, errand-running, presentation prep, and presenting. CVS and Tompkins County Public Library came to my rescue!

My poster session featured Enterprise Risk Management research from one of my class projects and my lightning talk coached conference attendees on Design Thinking. I challenged them to think about its applications to library management and project work.

The conference wound down with more new friends and a trip to Syracuse. I drove directly to the Inn Complete for Librarian’s Night Out – where I got to reunite with many grad school friends and mentors.

It was a lot of social energy output in a very short time! I did not have enough energy leftover for blogging.

My old roommates hosted me. I stayed in Sidney’s bedroom. I read a great book that was on the kitchen table (Tea Dragon Society), reunited with Mo and Vicky, and then proceeded to have an intense sleep.

Again, David and I talked little, except to discuss plans for the following day. He had already headed to Boston with Tom. David made the trip for his alumni lacrosse game and reception.


Past Bedtime

Husbometer data is coming along.

Weeks Average of Score
1 0.62
2 0.57
3 0.54
4 0.55
Grand Total 0.57

David and I are eating stress sandwiches at work. My commute is slowly killing me. We come home and initiate immediate cuddle therapy. David encouraged me to gym when I was low on energy and it helped.

I am not as prepared for my conference as I would like to be… Alas, it begins tomorrow and Friday. I will have to make-do.

Time for sleep.

Higher Education

I raced in the door after my 1.5+ hour commute home. I called David when I got off the subway.

Hey babe, can you help me? Can you get the lap top set up on the kitchen counter and reheat some food? I think there’s still leftover pasta in the fridge. My class starts at 7, and it is 7.

I’m not actually paying attention to the asynchronous course content like I want to because my brain is tired and my body is angry. Why can’t I better protect the time I had carved out for fitness?

I, and all of my classmates, couldn’t access the synchronous session tonight. My levels of stress were too high to stay committed to the troubleshooting process.


I rage-posted to Facebook.

Facebook screencap. Venting on Facebook.

This is a very small nighttime anecdote, not worthy of my long-building frustration. Has it peaked? Will I forget these feelings when I meet graduation again?

I count my blessings for David’s support, encouragement and little things. In the space of 15 minutes, he let me cry, yell and cuddle. That’s some grade-A husband healing.

Other weird, defining moments of my day:

  • Starting the day with a disagreement about car responsibility and parking
  • Not being able to find parking, driving to Brooklyn
  • Meeting the amazing J. Chrastka for the first time
  • Free bagels and cream cheese
  • Meeting Johannes, NYPL marketing superhero
  • Working on a campaign for a public library in New Jersey (specifically a revamp of their YES committee’s Facebook presence)
  • Wearing sun glasses on the subway
  • David and I imagining life together with a baby
  • Good friend, Allison, and new sister-in-law, Caroline, reaching out to lend their support about my higher education rage

Final thoughts:

We preach the goodness of higher ed without a particularly critical eye toward what students are asked to spend (or assume in debt), or a careful examination of what is actually gained.