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Nothing Gets Done When I Have a Big Stack of New Library Books

A person should never, ever visit the library on a Thursday, not if they want to have any kind of a productive weekend.

Reading spot out back.

I had Big Plans for last weekend. I was going to burn some paint off the woodwork in the bathroom. Mulch down the few garden beds still exposed to the burning drought-sun. Maybe clean the house. Mow the dry, brown vegetation patch that used to be the lawn. Watch a movie. Knit. Ride bikes. All kinds of things.

Reading spot out front.

Instead I read. Two romance novels, a couple of period mysteries, a fantasy novel, some modern literature, and a little bit of history.  I read on the sofa with my feet propped on the dog-worn ottoman. Read in the back yard on my new vintage-style woven-strap lounger. Perched with a book at the kitchen table – just for a moment was the intent but I creaked when I finally stood up. I read in bed. At my desk. On the front porch. On the back deck while burgers grilled. I may have spoken to the Spouse and the Dogs once or twice. I know I fed the fish and the cat because they are still alive. Otherwise, it was the books.

If I happened to be in a place where I absolutely could not read, like say, when I was driving the car out to the Clarence antique/flea markets to find something to make into a bathroom vanity (failure – we accidently bought a beautiful piece of furniture we can’t bear to cut holes into) – if I couldn’t be reading, I thought about the stack waiting for me back at the house.

Library book stash table. Custom built for the purpose by Funk Brothers Furniture.

See, I have a small greed problem at the library that results in nice, tall, interesting stacks of books on the table at home. They let me check out 50 books at a time in the city library and I figure, why waste the opportunity? The Spouse and I meet at the café in the heart of the Central Library and have a nice lunch. After, he heads back to work and I, my full stomach, and empty book sack hit the stacks in this order: mystery, fiction, sci-fi. I break to check for things on the computer. Then, new fiction, new non-fiction, biography. They are all in the front of the building. I head to the back. Gardening. Knitting. Animals. History. Women explorers. All explorers. Sometimes, I trudge all the way back up to the front if I forget to pick up my stuff on hold. Finally, home with the heavy sack of book-goodness. I resist the urge to page through the top one at red lights. Mostly.

When I visit the library on a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday I can be rational. I am In Control of the Reading. But a Thursday is so close to Friday (T.G.I.F.) that I simply settle in. Surrender to the stack. Wallow in the inky stink of well-thumbed library books. I like to flick the pages as I read. I like to prop the spines on my stomach as I lounge. I like to carry a small stack subset from place to place when I am nearing the end of one and know I’ll need another.

It is Thursday again. I am down to the last picks of the stuff from last week. A cozy-mystery in a long running series that I find annoying and compelling. A new Victorian-era mystery. Book two of a sci-fi series. A book about beekeeping. Some literature thing I yanked off the new book rack that I’ll probably like. The trick is to Stay Away from the library today.  I would really like to get something done this weekend.

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4 Comments

  1. WideEyedSpouse That Did the Chores and Kept the Pets Alive All Weekend. says

    Everyone in your family is an avid reader. It is in your blood. Nothing wrong with avoiding chores to read…even Confucius agrees: “No matter how busy you may think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance.”

  2. This reminds me of a young teenager who once lived in Tuckahoe. Some things never change. Very comforting.

  3. Dwain says

    Just got home from a month in Nebraska without a computer and went directly to WEF to catch up on the latest 3 or 4 of your postings I missed. My intention was to comment on the one that I most liked, just to show you that I still read them. I couldn’t find a favorite because they’re all fun reads! Ok, the “worm” one might have won as my individual favorite because my Phd is a post hole digger, a good gadget and source for finding fish bait! Keep ’em coming.

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