My father loved to read and he shared the love of books with me. Even before I learned to read I would go to the library with him. He went every couple of weeks to get his supply of books and while he searched for just the right books to get I would wander the aisles in the wonder of all the shelves of books impatient for the day when I could have a library card and be permitted to take books home.
When I was finally in the first grade the wonderful day came and I got my library card. I have not been without one since that day. Every couple of weeks I go to the library to wander and wonder and choose books just like Daddy did all those years ago.
The library here is renovating all the branches and now it is my libraries turn. My branch will be closed for about a year. Of course, there are other branches but not within walking distance so not as convenient. I will survive the year, though inconveniently. It is wonderful that the library will be updated with meeting and media rooms, and more computers. It will be light and fresh and new. It is exciting but it is also sad. Sad because there will be fewer books, actual printed paper books with covers that spark the imagination. Real books to leaf through and read a sentence here and there before checking it out at the front desk and carrying it home.
It is probably a good thing that I am as old as I am because I will not know the day when there are no real books. When libraries will be buildings with meeting and media rooms and computers. Nice, even beautiful buildings, but bare of shelves holding the world of books with written words waiting to be wandered through with wonder. Sad for me and sad for the readers of the future, too, who will only know e-books read on computers and tablets and phones. They will not know books that have weight and presence that can be leafed through back-and-forth, felt and held like a friend or lover.
I don’t know what happens to the day.
It seems I get up to the sunshine and in a blink, it’s the moon I see.
I think time moves faster when one retires.
I thought it would move slower and I would get a lot done.
Nope, not happening.
I’m not complaining!
I have been enjoying my days of doing what little I do.
I would just like the time to mosey along and not be in such a hurry.
You may not understand this if you are young
but I am pretty sure you do if you are old(er) like me.
Maybe the rush of time has something to do with
having more of your time in the past than what is left for the future.
I am learning that living in the moment is sweet
and tomorrow is perhaps nothing more than a passing thought.
If you are less than 50 (or maybe 40) years old
I doubt you have any idea of what I am asking.
I am of the generation that knows about this
arning of socks thing.
When I was a little girl it was one of my chores.
Mostly it was my father’s socks that needed to be arned.
He was always wearing through the toes of his socks.
My gramma taught me how to arn.
It wasn’t hard but did take some practice.
At first, the repair was kind of lumpy
but with practice and the right tool I improved.
The most important thing was to use a arning egg.
Some of them have handles but this is what Gramma had.
It helped keep the stitches smooth and not too tight
so the sock was not uncomfortable where the mending was done.
After awhile I came to enjoy the task.
It was not difficult and I could daydream
while doing it and it felt good to do something
that helped my mother.
arning was not high on her list of things to do.
These days if my socks look like this
I throw them away!
arn, I have better things to do than arn.
Today was gloriously beautiful! The sun was showing off in blue skies with wispy white clouds and the air was warm but the wind had a bit of cool to it. So, I did what any intelligent person would do I went for a long walk and let my mind wander here and there.
As my mind and I were meandering with no particular destination I got to thinking about the quote for the past week In Other Words challenge. Good thing because this is the last day to post for this quote:
“Unhappiness is caused by believing that something is missing that we need to be happy.” Gina Lake
Anyway, as I was walking and looking at the wonder of creation and thinking about unhappiness and happiness I realized I am truly happy. Well, I have known for a long time that I am happy. I wasn’t always but I am now. The reason I am happy now is unlike my thinking in the past I now know I have all I need to be happy. Nothing is missing. Oh, there are things I don’t have that I would like to have. But these are things I want not need. There is a difference that I didn’t always understand and now I do. I am blessed beyond imagination and know it.
I am linking to:
Tuesday Chatter and In Other Words.