Literary-Minded

I really like to read. This isn't a new thing or a unique thing or even a particularly interesting thing. But whenever anyone asks me what I like to do, this is what I tell them. Recently, it came to my attention that I had no idea where my library card was. I looked through wallets and drawers and backpacks and couldn't find it anywhere. Typically, I indulge myself with purchasing the books I read and seldom visit the library. However, due to a recent spate of books that left me disappointed and bitter at the invested money (not to mention the rising cost of living) I rethought my stance on borrowed books and found myself at the library being issued a new card. And what a wonderful thing it is! TO think, I just read a book I've been dreaming of reading, enjoyed it immensely, and all for the low low price of free! I figure if I fall in love with a book, I can add it to my personal library. But for all those I read and don't care to own, I'm out nothing. (I know, I know...there are many of you who are thinking, duh! but each reading experience feels very personal and the books on my shelves are like friends to me.)

The library system in my county is fantastic. I can check out from one and return to another. If the title I want is only at another library, they'll ferry it over to my local library so I don't have to go out of my way. Along with searching the entire catalogue, I can renew and reserve online. And when I check out books, I get a nice printout - a receipt if you will. Gone are the days of having to sit at the kitchen table and write out a list longhand so Mom knows what titles are missing when they come due.

Of course, all the advancements don't make up for the feeling I used to get walking into the old, brick library of my childhood. The smells of the musty books and the coziness of the basement children's section..the sound the rubber stamp would make as the date was printed on the checkout slip...the sheer anticipation of deciding which to read first...and the weight of the exciting new adventures in my arms as I walked up the stairs and out to wait for my ride home.

Joie de vivre

I find this both lovely and mezmerizing. The music is by Nouvelle Vague and the clip is from a 60s-era French movie called Bande a Part. Enjoy!

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Summertime, Summertime, Sum-Sum-Summertime

I love the colors of Summertime meals.