Sitting in a comfy library seat while one of my kids plays on a computer.
If I didn’t draw, I would probably fall asleep.
After a swimming lesson, we head over to our most-liked library. This one has tons of dvds (tv and movies), lots of graphic novels, books, music. Plus stuff for sale.
I stumble over a pile of magazines brought in by a subscriber somewhere in the city. Their address has been clipped out of the front of each magazine. I don’t want to be greedy, but I pile my arms with Country Livings (my favourite), Chatelaines, Martha Stewarts. Pay a quarter each and cart them out to the car.
It’s like a pile of candy waiting for me.Print
I receive an email message at home: There is a book on hold for you at the library.
So I go to the library. It isn’t on the shelf. Sometimes, this happens. Sometimes I get the email but the book is not yet set out. So I make my way to the front desk.
A librarian walks towards me. She smiles. I smile back and I say to her:
“I have a book on hold but I can’t see it on the shelf. So I think it must still be on your rack….”
My brain goes KaPow as that exits my mouth. Of course, if she had been a friend, I could have joked about it. Giggled and said:
“Not your rack, sorry, I mean your bosom no whoops not your bosom I mean your mammary glands, your hooters your tatas oh…”
Instead, because I stare across at a woman I have never met, who stares back at me with no reaction, merely a:
“Let me check.” -
I scrunch my lips together, bring my eyebrows in and then out, sigh at myself and wait for my book.Print