Going to the Library

I get much enjoyment from going to the library. There are always books, of course, as well as a chance to find one I have been awaiting. (Today I found Louise Penny’s All the Devils Are Here, which they had recently acquired. Yay!)

And I get to say hi to people, even visit for a few minutes while maintaining my distance. The librarians, of course, are always there and always pleasant to talk to, as is a church organist, who looks up from a computer to gift me with a smile. Today I also chatted a couple of minutes with a city council member and her baby (now a toddler) who had campaigned with her. I also visited for a few minutes with one of my game-playing friends and caught up on all the news. Apparently, things are getting back to normal, because today there was a picnic lunch at the senior center (though I think it was “picnic” in name only since people had to go and pick up their meals) and there is a dinner scheduled for the end of the month at one of the churches.

Although she offered me a ride to the church, I gave my ready excuse of having to work, though chances are, even if the dinner works into my oh-so-heavy schedule (this is irony since my job consists of visiting with an older woman several hours a week), I probably still wouldn’t go. I don’t seem to be able to lose the fifteen or so pounds I gained the first year I was here (I attended too many meal events and ate too much of the things I’m not supposed to), and I’m not sure I want to deal with either gaining more weight or going to a dinner and not eating, though I might stop by to say hi.

Or not. I still don’t have my vaccine, and I’m not sure when I will be able to get it. Besides, the way I look at it, I’m fine temporarily, but that will change if I ever get back into socializing. Which, to be honest, is not high on my agenda at the moment. I would enjoy seeing people, of course, but for now, my perennial conflict of indulgence vs. discipline is leaning more toward the disciplined side, with stretching in the morning, knee exercises, a short walk, a few minutes on the elliptical, as well as eschewing the foods I shouldn’t be chewing, and I’d just as soon not upset my current balance.

And, of course, I am back to trekking to the library on a regular basis, though not the one illustrating this post. The photo is the Prague Library, and someone else took the photo and kindly let me use it.

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7 Responses to “Going to the Library”

  1. Royann Behrmann Says:

    Thanks for the photo of the library. I love the old timey’ libraries with tons of books. What city are you close to? My daughter is in Pueblo, West.

  2. Malcolm R. Campbell Says:

    When I was in school, I figured I’d end up having a library in my house that looks like this picture, Unfortunately, reality got in the way.

  3. rami ungar the writer Says:

    I enjoy going to the library as well, even if I have to go to the drive-up window every week. (I can go inside, I just choose not to because it’s safer to stay in the car.) Not only do I enjoy picking up new books and sometimes movies, I also enjoy chatting with the librarians, most of whom know me and enjoy seeing me. A few have even read “Rose,” if I remember correctly.
    I’ll be going tomorrow to pick up a few things, including a book for research. It’ll only be a short stop, but I’ll enjoy it nonetheless.


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