Library trip

I went to the library to return books, and ended up at the book sale, again. $1 books. I got to the end of the frequent buyer’s card, so I got $5 off.

I found books that were part of series that I had. And some that were part of series that my daughter had.

I got some books that are part 3 and I don’t have 1 or 2. I’ll find them eventually.

So far, only one unintentional duplication. The rest are added to the book stack.

Bookclub 11/28

It was raining the night we were going to discuss The Incendiaries at the local book club. I went early to get parking and to make sure I wasn’t late. I also had about ten minutes left in my audiobook, so I didn’t feel strange waiting in my car in front of the house.

I finished my audiobook and was still about fifteen minutes early. I heard someone else go in, so I decided fifteen minutes wasn’t too bad.

The hostess greeted me and so did her small dog. The hostess had just rescued her a month before. She was adorable. I sat down and instantly had a dog in my lap. For me, this wasn’t really a problem. I told the apologizing hostess that it happens at home, too, but the dogs at home are much bigger.

Everyone brings snacks to this bookclub. There were eight of us, so there were three bottles of wine and a table full of snacks. The hostess brought out an electric corkscrew and asked if anyone knew how to use it. One gentleman gave it a shot, with no luck. It turned out that it hadn’t been charged. There was an old fashioned one, but no one knew how to use that one, either.

I managed to open the screw top wine, so we got into that. One woman kept running in and out of the room, during the book discussion, still attempting to open the other two bottles of wine. She attempted to put the bottle in a shoe and and bang it on the front stairs. She tried the old fashioned bottle opener. She put the electric corkscrew on the charger. Nothing. Finally, she got a kitchen strainer and pushed the corks into the bottle, and poured through the strainer. Success! And now she wasn’t a distraction anymore, and they had wine.

I had gotten the book from the library and had already had to return it, so I didn’t have it for reference during the discussion. The rule for the bookclub is that if you suggest the book, you’re moderating the discussion. The person who had to lead the discussion had never been to a bookclub meeting of this group. He didn’t realize that he was just supposed to keep the discussion flowing. He gave a fifteen minute speech about the author’s background. It was very nice, but unexpected, and the attempts at wine openning were distracting from the speech.

Of the eight of us who attended bookclub, only two liked the book. I did not. Next month, we skip bookclub, and I’m already finished with January’s book, so I’m good to go.

Still life at the station

As I am headed into the station, I see this still life set up. No one seems to be its owner, though. One shoe on top of the other. An orange placed next to it. The leaves were just blown in. No painter to capture its beauty.

This was toward the end of the adventure. I had gone to the main library to see what was going on today. When I got there, I realized that I had a caffeine withdrawal headache and sat in the coffee shop after I returned my books. I could see the stairs from where I was and a woman with her nose in her phone came downstairs. She managed to get to the landing, but didn’t seem to realize that there were three more stairs to go down before she hit the ground floor. Boom. Splat. Onto The marble floor. The lady started crying out, but several people gathered around and someone got the security guard. She was up and moving within a minute, but we couldn’t leave the area because everyone’s statements were being taken. Thankfully, I didn’t have anything pressing on the agenda.

I didn’t meet many crazy people on today’s adventure. The library’s town crier was out in front of the Asian art museum. No tissues hanging from his nose today. I guess he needed a change of scenery?

I passed a homeless guy trying to explain to someone that L Ron Hubbard was originally a sci fi writer and why should he be allowed to start his own religion? I was tempted to stick around for the semi one sided discussion, but decided to move along with my day.

I also saw a gentleman having an argument with what looked like a piece of wadded up paper towel. He kept picking it up and throwing it forcefully to the ground. I think he lost the argument.

I got home with no new library books. I also didn’t step foot in the bookstore. No new books came home with me. We won’t discuss the Amazon black Friday book sale yesterday, though.