Thursday, January 10
So long, farewell, auf weidersehen, goodnight....
I said goodbye to the library tonight.
I had to take Joel to the doctor this evening (he had strep) while I was there, I made a trip over to drop off the last of my library books.
It was a quick, drop it in the drive-up box kind of errand, but knowing that it was my last trip...I just had to go in.
The kids and I wandered in and browsed the gift store clearance table in the lobby. There are always such amazingly cute things that are clearanced down to $2 or $3. Perfect for little gifts for piano teachers or little birthday presents.
We didn't find anything.
We stopped in at the cafe, like always. But it was changed since our last trip. Last month, it was named "641" (the Dewey decimal number for cafe'. Clever, huh?) but this time it had "mud" in its name. We browsed the display case for the little horse shaped sugar cookies with blue royal icing that we always get. They taste awful, but hey, it's tradition. No cookies. None.
They were making it hard to savor my last visit.
We settled on scones and a Dr. Pepper for mom. The kids divvied up the scones and I filled my planet-killing styrofoam cup with shaved ice. They have great ice. While signing my receipt, I told the cashier, "You guys have the best ice." He said, "mmk." Perhaps I was choking up just a tad bit when I said "That's really important, you know?"
I dropped my books in the slot and we wandered down the long beautiful lobby with the model of the titanic and the incredible public restrooms with automated everything so you never have to touch anything,
and the floor.
They have the best floor.
It's tiled and there is a curving road laid into the tile that has the last names of famous authors in pewter. The kids walked along it's winding path to the door, just like always, and we left. We walked to the car and I took my first sip of my Dr. Pepper.
It was flat.
My sentimentalism completely evaporated at that point. No cool gifts. No cool name. No cool cookies. Not even a cool coffee smell! An ice hater and a bad dr. pepper! Fine!
It actually made it kind of easy to let go. Maybe God had a hand in all that to aid the transition.
So that door is closed. I'm actually getting a little excited about Chris' new plan for actually buying books with the money I'm saving on gas, membership, gifts, cookies, lattes, and late fees. Lattes & Late Fees....that actually sounds like a great name for a book.