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