my last day working to put up museum exhibits turned out to be the longest day of work. i started at the AAHM (10am), then by noontime we moved to the BPL. a woman smoking a cigarette outside her building warned me that the meter maid would be coming in 15 minutes. i told her i didn't think my motorcycle would get a ticket since i parked it in a "grey" area, but she said her husband has a bike and he parked it at the same spot and got slapped with a $75 fine. she said i either had to park it at a meter, or put my bike in the tow zone, which she assured me i wouldn't get towed, but the fine is much less, only $50. "this meter maid is a real bitch, and every month, around this time, she gets real nasty," the woman informed me. i weighed my options, then told her i'd take the risk, leaving my bike where i parked it.

ali, sarah, and i got lunch from the library cafe (paid for by doug) and ate outside in the courtyard, sitting at the only available table, directly underneath the hot summer sun. we came back in to work, thankful for the strong air-conditioning. with the exhibit opening unofficially this weekend, we were almost done. some reporters from the new york times dropped by to do a story about the anniversary.

while everyone else waited at the library for the final panels to arrive from the printer, i was given the special assignment to return to the museum, where i'd wait inside and open the door for them when the team arrived later, after the museum had closed (4pm). i spent about an hour making my own fun, building paper airplanes, exploding a pen in my hands, playing with the electric drill, and making a woodblock of a rabbit using a foam board. when they finally arrived, we quickly put up some missing photos and captions onto the walls. when it was time to go (6:30), i said good bye to everyone and came back home. although i'd love to see the exhibits finally finished, my client in norwood called me up with some work so i'm doing that tomorrow instead.

my parents were coming over for dinner (which meant they'd be making dinner, that's how it works in my family), and i went out to get some groceries before they arrived, but by the time i got back, they were already here. my mother made yiouyuegen and we ate in the living room with the air-conditioned on. it wasn't until later i realized that the window was opened, that's why the AC didn't feel particularly cold.