Posts Tagged ‘library’
It took trying to fill three still mostly empty bookshelves to make me realize how anemic my personal library really is.
Sure, I have a nice, leatherbound copy of The Hobbit — somewhere — and you’d be hard pressed to find a better collection of roleplaying source books on my floor — alas, for the guy upstairs is even nerdier than I — but most of the rest of my books amount to novels I forgot to return, paperbacks I lent out and haven’t gotten back, yet, and textbooks from classes dating back to middle school. There’s the odd classic — I still haven’t read Wuthering Heights — and some science fiction — I’ve read A Canticle for Leibowitz many, many times — but that’s about it.
For someone who spent half of his free time in a library and the other half in a home wall-to-wall with at least nine full bookshelves — one of them strictly my dad’s sheet music — there are few things more damaging to the spirit than empty bookshelves.
Blame it on nostalgia, but it doesn’t quite seem like home without corner-torn volumes of fiction, reference and history. To alliterate — am I too illiterate? — bare bookshelves are the bibliophile’s bane.
I need to get on this. If only I could afford to.
One of the library’s chairs must have hated my dress slacks even more than I did. I sat in such a chair, minding my students’ business, when I decided to get up and make the rounds.
A thread on my left pocket had stuck a little on the lip of the armrest. Now it hung loose, with a gash about four inches long between it and my belt-loops.
It’s a good thing that my shirts are longer than used to be — I tucked my shirt in so nobody would see my chonies. I faked a “nothing is wrong, nothing at all” attitude long enough to find a first aid kit and safety-pin myself up.
Embarrassed, I asked my master teacher if she was a seamstress. I had lost my needle-and-thread kit in one of my many recent moves, though I had never any talent in sewing things back together.
Fortunately, she got the heavy-handed hint and offered to help me out sometime during Spring Break.
I wasn’t that desperate. Though job interviews start in less than a month, I could have done without that pair of pants. I have a whole other second pair available.
Moral of the story? Sit not in unfamiliar chairs or those with evil armrests.