Dear Diary, Today I went to Flow and had a really good coffee. Upon leaving I said, “I have to go….the library is about to close.” She was chatting away, and I said, “You cannot talk to me any more. I am leaving I need books.” On the way in a rush to the library, I saw my friend Mike, and I knew he’d want to chat, I said, “If you want to chat with me , walk with me. I need books” .
He was bewildered. He walked with me fast. I needed books.
We got to the library, our temp one that has odd hours while the real one is being fixed.” I opened the door..”Yes I thought I’m in. ” I thought.
They said, “We are closed”. ” “We do not open for another for another ten minutes.”
Mike pokes his head in, he wants to teach the library lessons about customer service or something, saying why not let her in. I see what’s happening, the librarians are just arriving, they are frazzled. He is a negotiator. He just wanted the challenge of talking his way into that library. I wanted to stay in good stead with the librarians. They give me books for free. I am not about to piss them off.
I pulled on Mikes coat , said, “Leave them alone, come with me, and we walk back to his office, and had a good chat.
I went back to the temporary library cause it was opening at four , not closing. I picked out a few books while she got the sweet child who had lost his card a new library card so he could rent movies and books for free. Good deal, I say.
I waited my turn, and said, “…there is a book here for me.” She said, ” a book…there is nine books here for you”.
Nine books. I did a little dance. Some will be great, some not so great, but still a pile of books for my shelf. A pile a books to wait for me. A pile of books that lets me walk away from a dull read just cause I feel like it. Now why would I torment the librarians. Mike wouldn’t really either, but he’d like to talk about it.
So as I was checking out she said, “Next week we are back to our library regular hours and location.” Amherst has a beautiful library, but sadly, it was painted dusty rose through out the inside. I always felt the colour of the library was a smear on literature but I never said much about it because librarians give me books for free.
So I said, ..thinking, “Please for the love and honour of Mordecai Richler, let them have changed the colour.”… and “What colour did you paint the library?”
and they said,”… soft yellow with an indigo blue sorta purple stripe.”
And I smiled, and thanked all the author saints in the sky.I am looking forward to seeing the old library looking new again, and the pink having passed on, and yellow lighting up minds…
- imagine why she is so happy? the answer is books