In which I am an old lady
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And now it's time for a brief conversation with my body:
BODY: OH GOD WHAT'VE YOU DONE
ME: I just walked to the library...
BODY: THE FEET WE HAVE BLISTERS NOW WHAT KIND OF DEMON SOCKS WERE YOU WEARING
ME: Yeah, I guess the ribbing rubbed a little b-
BODY: DEMON SOCKS.
And thus ends a brief conversation with my body.
I indeed did take a walk to the library today, which was a four mile trip total, up and down a bit of hilly terrain. Considering I've been hermiting away the past few months, it was nice to get out and have a bit of a walk around. I bet I could do that walk once a week (socks permitting) and I'd end up in much better shape than I am now. ...and perhaps the cave-dweller pallor of my skin will warm up a bit. :\
At the library I snapped up Lieutenant Hornblower by C.S. Forester and a collection of H.P. Lovecraft stories. Today is double first initials day on my reading regimen, apparently. I've been wanting to read some of both of these, the Forester for pure entertainment reasons, and the Lovecraft because it seems references keep popping up to him everywhere I look, yet I haven't read a single story. So, yay books. They're due back on the 4th...which I'm writing here to remind myself.
It's not a very big library, and they've set up this digital system for checking out books, which I suppose could be convenient, but (and this is very strange coming from me) the transaction seemed lacking without a person behind it. You scan the bar codes from your card and the books you're checking out, press the screen to let it know you're finished, and then it prints up this little receipt...which is a continually annoying noise if you're just sitting around the library reading.
Are they going to be doing this in libraries everywhere now, or was it just this one?
Also, gosh, embarrassing: I had to get my card updated because the last time I used it was years ago. And then the friendly library staff had to help the old lady (me) figure out the CRAZY MODERN THINGAMAJIG. I'm usually all for automation and electronic ways of doing things, but somehow adding it into libraries seems odd. Libraries should be strange portals into the world of the past where you look up things on cards and someone holding a date-stamp checks out your books for you.
I also took a look by a vintage shop, which wasn't very good...and some big antique store that seemed to have some cool stuff. There was a three book set of Hornblower novels I might pick up later. ...and I won't be getting the cool, yellow, rotary telephone...even if it would be neat to have in my bedroom.
And now it's time for a brief conversation with my body:
BODY: OH GOD WHAT'VE YOU DONE
ME: I just walked to the library...
BODY: THE FEET WE HAVE BLISTERS NOW WHAT KIND OF DEMON SOCKS WERE YOU WEARING
ME: Yeah, I guess the ribbing rubbed a little b-
BODY: DEMON SOCKS.
And thus ends a brief conversation with my body.
I indeed did take a walk to the library today, which was a four mile trip total, up and down a bit of hilly terrain. Considering I've been hermiting away the past few months, it was nice to get out and have a bit of a walk around. I bet I could do that walk once a week (socks permitting) and I'd end up in much better shape than I am now. ...and perhaps the cave-dweller pallor of my skin will warm up a bit. :\
At the library I snapped up Lieutenant Hornblower by C.S. Forester and a collection of H.P. Lovecraft stories. Today is double first initials day on my reading regimen, apparently. I've been wanting to read some of both of these, the Forester for pure entertainment reasons, and the Lovecraft because it seems references keep popping up to him everywhere I look, yet I haven't read a single story. So, yay books. They're due back on the 4th...which I'm writing here to remind myself.
It's not a very big library, and they've set up this digital system for checking out books, which I suppose could be convenient, but (and this is very strange coming from me) the transaction seemed lacking without a person behind it. You scan the bar codes from your card and the books you're checking out, press the screen to let it know you're finished, and then it prints up this little receipt...which is a continually annoying noise if you're just sitting around the library reading.
Are they going to be doing this in libraries everywhere now, or was it just this one?
Also, gosh, embarrassing: I had to get my card updated because the last time I used it was years ago. And then the friendly library staff had to help the old lady (me) figure out the CRAZY MODERN THINGAMAJIG. I'm usually all for automation and electronic ways of doing things, but somehow adding it into libraries seems odd. Libraries should be strange portals into the world of the past where you look up things on cards and someone holding a date-stamp checks out your books for you.
I also took a look by a vintage shop, which wasn't very good...and some big antique store that seemed to have some cool stuff. There was a three book set of Hornblower novels I might pick up later. ...and I won't be getting the cool, yellow, rotary telephone...even if it would be neat to have in my bedroom.