This is a picture at the Hanover Library. It’s a beautiful library. Stained glass windows. Silent-as-a-tomb magazine section. Private rooms. Elevators. Children’s storytime where the parents are not allowed in the storytime room. Which means a full half hour alone in the library, free to pet the stacks of books in silence without interruption. It was an unhappy day when my kids outgrew storytime.
Great library, but I hate it. Yes, I love it, but I hate it, too.
They only let you keep books for 2 hours before they’re due. The late fee is $80 per day per book. If your husband puts a book on hold, they will not let you pick it up without his card, no matter how much you beg and plead and tell them that you’re not some crazed ex-wife with a diabolical plan involving stealing his library books to run up huge late fees for him.
I’ve gotten spoiled at my local library, where they know my name and are always glad I came and renew my books for years on end (that’ll be due March 6, 2053) and waive fees whenever they’re in an especially good mood. And they laugh at my dorky jokes, because they’re dorky, too. We’re all a bunch of library nerds and it’s a happy, happy safe place.
Meyers Briggs Personality Assessment. Darling Husband and I are the same personality. We’re ENTJs.
Here’s some more information about our personality:
“When challenged, the ENTJ may by reflex become argumentative.” No we don’t.
Ok. Yes we do. Darling Husband will argue anything. Anything. For no reason at all. You can’t make small talk with him without him taking the opposite stance. “Boy, it’s cold today.” “Not really. The record lows at this time of year are much colder, so relatively speaking, it’s warm today.” Seriously. I’ve had this conversation with him.
He never even remembers what he’s argued for in the past. I catch him all the time arguing for an issue one day and then arguing against it the next day. When I call him on it, he looks delighted. “Oh yeah! You’re right! I did argue for it yesterday! Ha!” Doesn’t faze him. It’s a matter of pride. He can argue any point and convince you of it, even if he doesn’t believe it himself. He likes to say, “If I can convince you of something I don’t even believe, then I know I’ve made a good argument.”
Of course, when I say “argue” I don’t mean having a fight. An argument is a connected series of statements intended to establish a proposition, as explained in this skit: Monty Python Argument Clinic.
Song stuck in my head for the past 2 days: That’s All, by Genesis. I dare you to listen to it. Please. That’s the only way to exorcise a song from your head: pass it on to someone else.