I just feel like I am a better person when I am around books. My wit seems to become a little wittier. My sarc becomes a little more sarcasmier. And, my boundaries may become a little blurrier. I love reading a knew book. And, when my reading list far exceeds my available time (I realize I would gain more time if I wasn’t looking so much.), the second best thing is wandering through the shelves at a Barnes and Noble or Half-Price books or….the local library.
The local library has a great selection of books. Since my focus is primarily fiction, this is usually where I spend my time. While wandering the shelves somewhat aimlessly has been my previous modus operandi, the library put a new twist into my wandering. While I knew approximately where certain authors were before, the library has done a recent shuffling of books. I “think” everything is still there-the large print now have an entirely different area; the fiction books have now moved mostly 2-5 full shelves towards the bottom of the alphabet. (Meaning Dean Koontz books are now where Robert Ludlum books used to be.) As I am still trying to get my bearings on where to find my authors, I did put my “eavesdrop” ears on. The two library employees one row over were talking about their lives.
Man: “….I don’t make enough money to pay my traffic ticket.”
Woman: “Ask if you can do community service. That is what I did.”
Man: “I am working two jobs already to pay the bills. If I could do that, it would be great.”
Woman: “All you can do is ask. I didn’t have the money either, so they let me do community service in Hurst.”, she says as she wanders back to the door of the employee area.
I could continue to ramble. Anything typed would just dilute two truths of life touched on above:
- Things change
- It never hurts to ask – preferable nicely.