Arms full of books, reading a dust-jacket, I sat my pile down on the check-out desk and fumbled through my purse for my library card. I'm surprised I don't have it memorized.
I love the little library in town. When I first moved here, it was located in a tiny white house where the racks were so close together whirling around quickly was dangerous. A few years ago, the town refurbished one of the old school buildings, and made it into a few different things - a museum, an outreach-jobs office, and a library.
The library is lovely - airy, high-ceiling-ed, and bright. And what they don't have, they can find...
Which is what I was doing there today. Picking up my weekly dose of other voices. The librarian eyed the stack. 'Stocking up before the rain?'
I grinned. She's well used to this. 'Yup.'
'Okay, but I think you need to save some room. You had some holds come in over the inter-library loan.'
I looked at my pile. No way was I putting any of these babies back! I had to think fast.
'No problem. I've got extra hands out in the car.'
Two kids and a husband definitely come in handy on Library Day.