September 13, 2010

Post 99!

Who knows what post 100 will be, but 99 is about librarians and the post office. Not together mind you. First the librarian. As I was returning my book, Angry Conversations with God, and checking out my new book, When God doesn't make sense, it dawned on me that librarians probably see all kinds of things that they DON'T want to. Like the lady checking out books about an eating disorder or the guy checking out books to get over his porn addiction. And I wondered if they make up stories about these people and their lives (cause I KNOW I would). Oh you poor librarians. I thought about explaining my book choices, but 1. I don't need to explain myself and 2. it is apparent :-). There was also this elderly lady talking about another elderly person who just died and her family found her STD medication. Luckily though, this was a book she read... or so she said.....

Also, I joined the circus today. Well not really, it was the post office (and I didn't even join...). While dropping off my letters to be magically transported to somewhere in the US, I saw a sign for a part time opening at my little country location. By the time I got back to the car, I was already a full fledged postal worker (in my mind). I had my routes set out, thought about how awesome my legs would look in their uniform (although my legs already look awesome, so I guess how "awesomer" they would look). I had my sunblock picked out and was already cautioning myself on being diligent about applying. I was even thinking about the homemade cookies I would get from the people on my route and hoping they wouldn't be laced with cyanide.I envisioned going over to Teresa's house (the postal worker I have befriended during my many trips) for the annual Christmas party and contemplated what I would bring. Alas, it must have been an old posting because when I got home to check, there were no openings at my little country branch. Sigh

Peanut butter, peanut, cocoa, stale cheerios concoction I made this weekend. Warning: (and you would think it was about using stale cheerios, but actually they weren't that bad!) chop up the peanuts!

1 comment:

  1. If I was a librarian, I would be the gossipy-est librarian ever. I would be all, "DID YOU SEE WHAT THAT MAN WAS RETURNING? DO YOU THINK HE IS SEEKING PROFESSIONAL HELP? WHERE DO YOU THINK THAT LADY IS GOING ON HER TRIP? SHE DIDN'T GET ANY BOOKS ON LOCAL CULTURE?!?!"

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