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“hiiiiiii, story lady!”

28 May

I spend a lot of time out and about, pushing a stroller. And so I talk to strangers a lot. “Why would you do that?” you ask. “Don’t be creepy.” Because I’m new in town and that’s how you make friends, people. Aaaand because I’ve felt new in town for so long that I’ve become “that girl” and will kind of talk to anyone who will talk to me back. Laaame.

Anyway, I’m pretty sure that eeevery day, no exaggeration, my complete love for an adoration of the Chestnut Hill Free Library comes up in random conversation with said strangers. The library itself is tiny – everything I want to read has to be sent over from Central – and there’s one mean library lady there who might just hate her life. But….

Then there’s Toddler Story Time with Miss Kate, the children’s librarian. Honestly, my little dude and I have tried all kinds of activities – and Miss Kate’s song and story sessions are arguably the best children’s programming in Chestnut Hill. In fact, largely due to it’s enormous following of baby groupies, [and undoubtedly its low low price tag of exactly $0] there are TWO story times each week, and parents are asked to attend just one of them to prevent overcrowding. But both sessions are always packed – it’s THAT cute!

Here’s the regular schedule:

Toddler* Story Time with Miss Kate
Chestnut Hill Free Library

Thursdays & Fridays
10:30am sharp

*kids 3 and under
[Sometimes a group of kids from a local pre-school who are too old for story time show up. Way cute kids, but it totally changes the mood and keeps the little ones from getting good seats. It’s awesome for little people, but probably not so much for kids older than toddler age. Of course, I’m sure that siblings are a whole different story!]

But there’s a catch! Miss Kate is currently out on maternity leave! Booo for us, yay for the world, i suppose! Her substitute is already assuming her regular library duties, but isn’t quite ready to start story time just yet. Expect them to resurface mid-June. Truthfully, I can’t vouch for the substitute story lady. She might suck. But give it a try in June! If it’s terrible, don’t give up – come back in the fall when Miss Kate is back in the library, priorities in order!

For direct connection to the CH Library Children’s Department and event updates and reminders, check out their Facebook page.


where’s homeless guy?

18 Feb

Where’s Homeless Guy? You know, the guy in the straw hat who smells so strongly of mildew, you know he’s around even before you actually see him? Well, I like him. And I haven’t seen him in months. And it’s really really cold out there.

As of a month or so ago, the rumor was that he was in the hospital with pneumonia. [He was walking with a limp for a long time, like his foot was hurting pretty badly, so I’m hoping that, if he is in the hospital, it’s getting treated.] Then again, there are a lot of rumors, and variations of those rumors, about HG. To start, he’s supposedly wealthy [at most] – or at least didn’t become homeless for lack of cash. Some people say that his family sends monthly checks to a local storefront, which he picks up and spends. I’ve also heard that he has a sister that drops off money, but that there’s no crazy wealth to speak of. It’s clear that there’s some truth to him having at least a little stash: he does always buy his own Starbucks. Either he doesn’t need our money or he doesn’t want it – he won’t take your crumpled wads of cash on the street. I heard one person say they’d seen him actually chase people down to return their contributions.

Word on the street is that he’s a product of a tragic auto accident that killed his wife, leaving him lonely enough to go at least marginally insane. I feel like he wears a wedding ring, but I haven’t seen him in so long that I can’t remember. Either way, he definitely talks to himself in a high-pitched voice that reminds me of baby babble.

But, intentionally or not, he’s not totally disconnected from the rest of the world.

There’s definitely something to him. He’s a nice guy. For months and months, we passed each other on the streets or stood in line together at the Buckery [read: Starbucks] – and he finally started making eye contact with me.¬† He leaves the baristas little presents in the form of tiny toy dinosaurs and snakes he hides in between the counter displays. My baby was always interested in the hat. He decorated it for the 4th of July.

Seems like everyone seems to look after Homeless Guy in their own way, passing on tidbits of information and worrying about his health when he’s looking rough. So where is he? And how’s he doing? If you know, share your intel!