Sonya Schryer Norris

Cat Tears

So I’m sitting with Bethesda in my lap just crying and crying (me, I’m crying, not the cat). She’s so sad! She doesn’t even come see us when we get home from work. We were afraid Bethesda would be aggressive with a new animal. A few years ago we had a child visitor who dainedContinueContinue reading “Cat Tears”

Candy’s First Trip Out of the Guest Bedroom

Candy was a very happy girl this afternoon, she got to go exploring while Bethesda was in the backyard with Daddy. Checking out the couch But really, most of the pictures I took looked like this: because in the second between when I got her all cute in the frame and I clicked the shutterContinueContinue reading “Candy’s First Trip Out of the Guest Bedroom”

Cat Update and Why Not to Show Your Bra Straps at Work

Day 3: The cats have not formally “met.” They sniff each other through the spare bedroom door, they eat treats on either side of the door at the same time. They’ve used the same towels as bedding to sniff each other better. Bethesda: moping. Candy: getting bored with her one spare bedroom. Hubby sleeps withContinueContinue reading “Cat Update and Why Not to Show Your Bra Straps at Work”

Sweet As…

Candy. Today Hubby and I added a new member to our family. She is a one and half year old rescue cat. We spent an hour with her on Saturday, and we spent some time thinking about it. Friday night I had dreamed of kittens – and being a 35 year old female with noContinueContinue reading “Sweet As…”

Dear Mr. Hubby

Sometimes Hubby goes to elementary school classes to talk about what its like to be blind. Recently, he attended a fourth grade class (organized by the school librarian). He got a stack of thank you letters and here are a smattering, on stationary that gives the kids a bunny, a bug and a big pencilContinueContinue reading “Dear Mr. Hubby”

Bad Customer Service and a Ditzy Patron

Librarian not cut out for dealing with the public and you know we are not all like this! (totally couldn’t get the youtube thing to link in here right)

Motherly Advice

When my mom taught me how to drive she summed it up this way: “I never want a police officer to knock on my door and say, ‘Your daughter’s dead, BUT SHE HAD THE RIGHT OF WAY.'” I’ve found that pretty good advice for most areas of my life. Thanks, Mom.