Seinfeld called the library a government funded pathetic friend…
I asked the library last week to order a book– not an inter-library loan, as it was not available nearby– and they did it! I picked up my treasure under my husband’s name/library card number (the librarian curious, double checking, the book birth-related) Each time we visit they remind me of my debt, on each card, ask sweetly if i want to pay (sometimes i can, sometimes not), and let me continue to borrow anyway. They let me roam around in their stacks, taking just about anything i like as long as i try to bring it back on time. And then this… going out and buying a brand new, hardcover edition! I want to give my pathetic friend a kiss. Thanks, library. I long for the days, nearly here, when we can spend hours in the library, lounging and looking, reading, learning. These days it is strictly business: books on bats and a playing mantis (like cello playing), so as to escape without clementine doing a flying leap off one of the tables or escaping into the elevator.
I have been reading/attempting to read the book Midwives– a pseudo-mystery -work of fiction. *gagging* it has put me to sleep twice.
Tallulahism of the day: “Mom, I am a little like a delicate flower. But my sister, she is like a big giant rock that just, like, climbs everything.”
Seanism: “Why do people think bears are afraid of bells?”– funny because i think of the old, old Parent Trap with Haley Mills, tricking the sissy stepmother-to-be into clacking sticks together to scare away the mountain lions.