Library Notes
February 20, 2003
By Pansy Hundley, Librarian.
Ya'll recall hearing all about the grant we received to buy some new computers?
Well, boxes started arriving a few weeks ago. We got about eight or ten that the UPS man struggled in with. And then some more dribbled in. Then one day, the UPS man came in with one so heavy, he was bout red in the face and could hardly carry. That was the printer. I kept thinking that would be all. Jeff, the computer-putter-together man came by, looked and it turned out that we hadn't even gotten the computers yet.
So, the wait began. The computers, for some reason, were coming by truck. By the time the truck got here, we had decided it was lost. However, not so, it finally arrived. I directed the driver to the back door and he began unloading and carrying in boxes. Ten, I say, ten more BIG boxes came in. There were boxes everywhere. It seemed that everything had finally arrived.
So, Jeff gathered his tools and his box opener. Trish and I carried in a temporary table. It was time for computer building to begin. And it did. He worked on them for one morning. We now have five super-dooper, whiz-jigger, flat monitors lined up on a table. Very small CPUs set behind them and a nifty little battery backup sets on the floor under each computer. There are wires and cables going everywhere, as they always do. But we will eventually get them somewhat under control. And, what do I mean, we? What I should say is, Jeff will get them under control.
I am not stressed. Jeff knows what he's doing and he's doing it. If I had had to even try to get all of that together, none of those computers would even make a beep or have a light come on. I would probably be wrapped up in all those cables and wires and nothing would work, including me.
We are now waiting on the telephone company to run us an ISDN line to the library. Then Jeff will be ready to get everything else hooked up, wired up and ready to go.
You know that Trish loves computers. And, if you didn't, you know it now. We better get these five new super-dooper, whiz-jigger fellers operating before long. Trish's mouth is watering every time she walks by and looks at them.
With eight public computers, she may spend most of her time back there, policing, pushing buttons and assisting. But I hope not.
Next week I'll tell you the adventure story of finding a table and chairs for these additions to our library. Now, let's read a book.
Tess Gerritsen has come up with one entitled "The Surgeon" and she has created "a villain of unforgettable evil - and the one woman who can catch him before he kills again." Well, alright! You go, girl!.
"He slips into their homes at night and walks silently into bedrooms where women lie sleeping, unaware of the horrors they soon will endure. The precision of the killer's methods suggests a deranged man of medicine, propelling the Boston newspapers and the frightened public to name him "The Surgeon."
The cops' only clue rests with another surgeon, the victim of a nearly identical crime. Two years ago, Dr. Catherine Cordell fought back and killed her attacker before he could complete his assault. Now she hides her fears of intimacy behind a cool and elegant exterior and a well-earned reputation as a top trauma surgeon.
Cordell's careful façade is about to crack as this new killer re-creates, with chilling accuracy, the details of Cordell's own ordeal. With every new murder he seems to be taunting her, cutting ever closer, from her hospital to her home. Her only comfort comes from Thomas Moore, the detective assigned to the case. But even Moore cannot protect Cordell from a brilliant hunter who somehow understands - and savors - the secret fears of every woman he kills. "