So, now we are plugging the bookmobile in every night because the battery that provides power to the generator doesn’t seem to be holding a charge. It doesn’t seem to help to run the Battery Charger between stops. The battery goes dead over night and the next days’ crew is stuck scrambling to get the generator started.
Our maintenance department is trying their best to keep up with other demands that will relinquish themselves after about a month, but we really need some help with this one.
Stories told at the latchkey: Dog Breath by Dav Pilkey, Little Red Riding Hood by Mireille Levert, and Fat Cat by Margaret Read Macdonald. I especially liked this version of Little Red Riding Hood, in spite of the appearance and reference to the bottle of wine that will make the ailing gramma “feel better”. I love the illustrations — and the author did not leave out the rocks. The rocks are a very important element in the red riding hood tale. This wolf crossed over into the family and did damage. There has to be some consequence for that. The rocks empower red riding hood — and that rocks!
And while we were celebrating the return of library service to New Orleans, a library in a neighboring community here at home flooded. Irony. Irony. Irony. What can we do for them? What to do, what to do. . . any ideas?
So, last night the wonderful ladies I work with were driving their way through the county, delivering books to adults and children alike as if they were Santa on a Christmas Eve. There were three of them on this particular night, which is unusual. We normally breeze through the little towns that surround us in teams of two. Last night, which is notoriously busy, our third rider set up camp in the back seat. She attempted to buckle up and found that the buckle was not attached to the floor. Hmmmm. . . a small detail that was overlooked by the bus modifier. It’s a new bookmobile. We’re still working the bugs out. Eventually, we will search and find every little thing wrong with that bookmobile, I promise. But until then, it’s always an adventure.
It doesn’t get much better than this for portable librarians. On Monday, June 25th, the Smith Branch of the New Orleans Public Library cut the ribbon to return library service to its neighborhood. The library, located at 6301 Canal Blvd., New Orleans, LA, is completely destroyed. Parked on the curb, is our districts’ 15 year old bookmobile. It’s had a makeover and is serving a second life in New Orleans. The engine was rebuilt, the paint was touched up, and the staff from the Smith Branch did some interior decorating. After wading through a ton of red tape, the bookmobile is now in the caring hands of the New Orleans Public Library. That is something to celebrate.