Falling on His Head

So this guy comes out of the doorway and it's an automatic door at a place with lots of foot traffic. 

There's people right behind him and he falls, kinds of catches himself, leaning toward the left and hits his head on the concrete. 

There's a big industrial gray mat on the ground, but his head misses that and comes down on the side of it on the concrete itself.

The people behind him, coming out the door, don't trip on him, but they have to stop and about 7 people are looking at him in the second before anybody knows what to do.

The faller's parents and one standbyer want to immediately pull the guy up and get him in the car.  The Dad is so mad and frantic to get the son away from this public place that he doesn't even think to go get the car and drive it up, and doesn't want to - even though the Mom and that standbyer are telling him to do so.

The rest of us, including the man whose on the ground, want him to stay down there for a bit.


Who thinks it's a good idea to jump up after they just fell?  Hello, take a breath.


The guy who fell is telling us he has a disease that makes it hard for him to balance or stand up.


The parents say he's drunk.



Whether he has a disease and whether it's alcoholism; hello- he's bleeding from his head so just sit there a minute right?

My companion, a healthcare professional, asks the faller his name and his birthdate and the Dad yells at her, saying why is she asking him questions when he just needs to stand up and leave.  The Dad goes and gets the car, drives it over the curb after mistakenly going in the wrong drive-through and I'm left thinking- no wonder this guy drinks- and no wonder these parents are mad.  Together they circle around in a cycle hating each other and they have no idea why.

Lieberries - Music and Otherwise

I'm hanging out in liberries today.  I went to Boynton Beach on Jog and Hagen Ranch Road.

I just met a new dear friend named Darlene.  We witnessed a man walk out the door and hit his head on the concrete.  That's a story.  Maybe I'll tell it, with no names, in another post.

Earlier, I was listening to YouTube versions of Bye Bye Birdie songs- preparing for my performance; listening and taking notes on McGee's TTB.org broadcast, and playing Forges of Empire- or is it Forge of Empires.

Back in the day at FSU I thought it was so great to be able to access the music library.  Everybody has that now- and more- all the time; as long as we have wi-fi.

Koleksyon Kiltirel Ayisyen

This means Haitian Collection?  OMG how phonetic.

I'm still at the lieberry. 

New Lieberry Thoughts

So I'm sitting in the Palm Beach County Library and thinking about the differences with Orange County.

For one thing, PB has instituted something I recommended several times.

I have ideas about everything and that brings opinions and it's not always clear when to share them.

Most people don't want them.


But in my last job, feedback was requested.  So I asked for us- many branches of the Orange County Public Library to have a way for visitors to use a computer.  That county is the capital of tourism and so many people come there to use a computer thinking, or being told at their hotel, that libraries are great places to use computers.  Well, they won't let people use them without a library card and the technology to allow sessions here and there- maybe once a year!  once a month!  is so available, but it didn't happen.

They made it happen here in Palm Beach, so good for them.



I've been going to several branches here in South Florida, as I did in Central, and the differences fascinate me.  I like mobiles, and trees.  They both have many very similar things, that are slightly different, and they both are in motion.  I'm in motion too.


Are lieberries a place for misfits, or is every place a place for misfits if you look long enough?

Isn't everybody weird once you get to know them?  And normal, too?

Rain Thoughts

All alone on a Sunday morning...
Outside I see the rain is falling... falling... fa.. ha... halling..

I had a Barbra Streisand album entitled Wet; which I always liked and am still mad at someone who took it.  Like I want it today, when I can listen to anything on Spotify: unheard of in my yourh- and free.

Records were about three dollars.  At least I would look for those among the others that were 4.99 or something.  And today I want it back?  Not really.  How many times would I have listened to it if I had access to those songs in the interim from then til now?  From 1984 or 5 until whenever I joined Spotify?

I haven't looked for it once.  But I bet I would love it still.

Today and yesterday I've been thinking about rain songs.

Allison Krauss (spelling?) has a compilation album that I love.  It's the songs that were chosen- about teardrops like rain, and strangers and deep faith left unshared and other bluegrass themes- (Is there a song about the railroad- curiously, no- I don't recall one.)  It's the tone and pitch of her voice.  I was listening to it when the CD had a problem and it would skip here and there to random points and even then the sound was so haunting, devoid of its context even, that I still loved it before I cleaned the CD and it returned to playing the polished, well-produced phrasing and instrumentation.  I love what is done with the tempos and the balance of volume between her voice and its various cloakings by instruments.  Sometimes it's like a duet and other times, just soft enough to be heard while she takes the spotlight.

Teardrops will kiss the morning dew...

No more tears- enough is enough- that's a favorite.

... like the fragrance after the rain...

When the rain wa-shes you clean; you'll know.



You will know.

South Florida vs. Central Florida

Someone said yesterday that Central Florida is greener; and there is a difference, but I think it's the types of trees- pine and palm here and oak there.

The radio is different and it's not just the absence of the Z.  There's more 80s and more Miami influence.

The population is older, and therefore there are many volunteers among the retirees.

I'm getting to know the library system here; but as a non-employee I'll not know that much about it.

Recreation is Disney there and ocean here.

Um...

Palm Beach County Library- you know why everybody else makes us match ID numbers to passwords?

It's because all one has to do to log in to someone else's account is to type a number close to the one assigned to us.

Hello.