A Bit of Randomness
Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats. --Diane Arbus
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Speaking of Libraries
I forgot to mention...
Part of the reason I hadn't been to the library nearest me for sooooo long is that Once upon a Time I borrowed three books from them. And forgot to return them. They were due three years ago last April.
Oy.
When I was younger, I used to LOOOOOOVE the library. But that's also when I discovered my bad habit of not returning books on time. So I discovered the joy of bookstores. I figured if I was going to have to pay money *anyway* I might as well get a shiny new copy all my own. So I stopped my library habit for many a year. And as I've had jobs for most of my life that could support my habit and a waaaaay reasonable price, life was very good.
However, said jobs ceased to be and my book habit became unsupported. And I was no longer seeing and talking to lots of grownups every day. And both of these royally upset me. And I lost many a night trying to figure out how to get both back.
That's when I started thinking about the library near me. And taking walks past it. And going in to find out about storytimes for Dylan. All while trying to determine exactly how much it was going to cost me to get back into their "good graces."
But what was this?? The next nearest library isn't affiliated? *AND* they have an actual live-and-in-person book group???? Hell yes! Sign this chick up!
Then I thought, "how freakin' cowardly am I???" So, I sucked it up, took my books back to said Near Library and shamefully hung my head as I inquired as to how much money I owed for three books over three and a half years overdue.
Time passed.
I grew anxious. "They're going to tell me I've lost all privledges for ever" and "She's now typing a note to all the other staff members telling them to come check out the loser in front of her"
Really pathetic, but I'm paranoid like that.
Then the librarian looks up and says, "well...you owe us $1.00"
Ummm.. WHAT?!?!?
Apparantly, the system decided that two of the books were just "lost" and I only owed a pittance for the third. She went over and over everything and determined that, yes, I really and truly owed them one dollar.
Whoo hoo!!
I then spent a gleeful time showing Dylan around the library and picking out a few books in the time she allowed me (toddlers! sheesh!)
The moral of the story? Facing your fears can be a good thing (in fact, stay tuned to more adventures of me doing just that!)
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Part of the reason I hadn't been to the library nearest me for sooooo long is that Once upon a Time I borrowed three books from them. And forgot to return them. They were due three years ago last April.
Oy.
When I was younger, I used to LOOOOOOVE the library. But that's also when I discovered my bad habit of not returning books on time. So I discovered the joy of bookstores. I figured if I was going to have to pay money *anyway* I might as well get a shiny new copy all my own. So I stopped my library habit for many a year. And as I've had jobs for most of my life that could support my habit and a waaaaay reasonable price, life was very good.
However, said jobs ceased to be and my book habit became unsupported. And I was no longer seeing and talking to lots of grownups every day. And both of these royally upset me. And I lost many a night trying to figure out how to get both back.
That's when I started thinking about the library near me. And taking walks past it. And going in to find out about storytimes for Dylan. All while trying to determine exactly how much it was going to cost me to get back into their "good graces."
But what was this?? The next nearest library isn't affiliated? *AND* they have an actual live-and-in-person book group???? Hell yes! Sign this chick up!
Then I thought, "how freakin' cowardly am I???" So, I sucked it up, took my books back to said Near Library and shamefully hung my head as I inquired as to how much money I owed for three books over three and a half years overdue.
Time passed.
I grew anxious. "They're going to tell me I've lost all privledges for ever" and "She's now typing a note to all the other staff members telling them to come check out the loser in front of her"
Really pathetic, but I'm paranoid like that.
Then the librarian looks up and says, "well...you owe us $1.00"
Ummm.. WHAT?!?!?
Apparantly, the system decided that two of the books were just "lost" and I only owed a pittance for the third. She went over and over everything and determined that, yes, I really and truly owed them one dollar.
Whoo hoo!!
I then spent a gleeful time showing Dylan around the library and picking out a few books in the time she allowed me (toddlers! sheesh!)
The moral of the story? Facing your fears can be a good thing (in fact, stay tuned to more adventures of me doing just that!)
***************************
Just Read:
Reading:
Going to Read:
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