It’s funny (even more funny to my library school friends) that I am now cataloging in our Information Center. I never thought I would be a cataloger but things happen and now I am one. It is very interesting because you really find out about your collection and get to know what is being added. Recommending books is one thing but actually picking up that book and looking at it up close and personal is even better. It really is a “hands-on” experience.
Yes, I mostly “copy-catalog” from OCLC but I have had to create some records (or derive some records) and that’s when you have to put on your thinking cap to add content.
I am also a bit shocked that I now have the four volume set of DDC 21 on my desk. That set has been languishing on the shelf for years but now a work day doesn’t go by without cracking open a volume or two.
Believe me, I experienced some trepidation when I found out that I would be cataloging but after several months it is part of my daily work and I am learning from it and finding it rather fulfilling! Cataloging is the first step in getting the items into the hands of our customers and that makes it even more important! Man, oh, man, I feel like I’m gushing. Make it stop!
Yesterday my sweet 15 year old dog died after a visit to the vet. He had had breathing problems and fainting spells lately. The vet x-rayed Fritz and found his lungs almost completely full of fluid so he prescribed a new medicine to help. The vet gave him an injection of the medicine to start helping immediately. When he came out of the exam room Fritz was breathing noisily. I asked for the vet to see him again before I left and he said that Fritz was probably stressed out and it would go away. So, I took Fritz home but when we got home he was unable to function and and very lethargic. Then he collapsed and I rushed him back to the vet. On the way there Fritz had about three seizures and then I couldn’t feel his heart beat. When I got to the vet they took him in the back and checked and the vet told me he was gone. We buried Fritz in my father’s yard last night. I had him wrapped in his blanket. He is buried between two rose bushes. I miss him so much.

