As of this morning, my new camera was sitting less than an hour’s drive away from me. He’s not due to arrive before tomorrow, but maybe, just maybe, they would deliver Dave a day early? Maybe?
If so, I’d have to be ready to sign for him. They won’t just leave him on the doorstep. Today took me back to those days best long-forgotten, when I’d hang around by the phone waiting for a boy to call. Because today someone had to stay in the living room by the front door, at all times, in case Dave arrived.
While I showered I told the boys to be on special alert and Stay In The Living Room. They asked, “But what if the person shows up while you’re in the shower?” Then I will leap from the shower, fling on a robe, and answer the door, never mind the shampoo fluffing out behind me.
I got a call from the library saying that another book I’d ordered was in. At 7:00 Darling Husband and I were just about to set out to walk to the library to retrieve the book. But then he looked at the tracking information for the camera and hollared, “Wait! It says here that sometimes items will be delivered to home addresses after 7 p.m.”
Darling Husband stayed home to wait by the door while I walked alone to the library.
But no Dave.
It was really quiet in the library. I mean, really quiet. Which is unusual because we have a teeny-tiny library and noisy librarians. They talk at full volume back and forth to each other all day long.
I’m thinking of ingratiating myself in with the librarians. Maybe I’ll invite myself to their homes. Hey, I’ve done it before!
Why? Because the librarians are very nerdy and read all the same books I do, and usually before I can get to them. They’ll give me critiques, “Ooo. That one was really good!” They’re always right. And they love nerdy fantasy movies like I do. And they use long words and make jokes with the long words and laugh and laugh at them. And I laugh, too. And, don’t tell Darling Husband, but the one librarian even quotes from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. It’s her favorite movie. If you even mention Monty Python and the Holy Grail to Darling Husband, he will quote the entire movie. (“What…is your favorite color?)
Anyway. When I arrived at the library today it was dead silent. Uncomfortably so.
But then some students arrived and went into one of the study rooms and started talking to each other in normal voices and you could hear them all over the teeny-tiny library.
Which reminds me of a story. It’s not my story, but I’ll tell it anyway.
My friend likes to sing. She majored in music in college. She leads the choir at her church. One day, she was in the library and wandered in to one of the study rooms. For whatever reason, she thought they were sound proof. You know where this story is going, right? Right. She began to sing. Loudly. Very loudly. She was thinking, “This is my chance! Finally! I can belt out this song in my own little private soundproof room and really hit those high notes!”
Someone eventually pounded on her study room door to tell the crazy lady to knock it off.
Anyway, I was in the library alone today. Bad, bad, bad. Library—books—me—alone? I went in for one book and came out with five, and that was only because I’d walked and the pile was getting too heavy for me to carry.
But not for long, because I’ve been working on my arms and wrists lately. I walk on the treadmill in the morning, and about a month ago I started using the weight bench in the creepy, million legger-filled basement. The only reason I’ve started doing this is that there have been a number of times where I’ve had to hold my camera above my head for a picture. And that takes more strength than my wasted little arms could easily handle.
While I walk I squeeze those things that you squeeze to strengthen your wrists. What are they called? How do I describe them? If only there was some way to show you what these little wrist exercise things are. Maybe I can sketch one for you and then scan it… 😉
Here’s a picture.
Dang it! I was so busy taking the picture and uploading it that I forgot what the whole point to this was. Something about lifting weights so that I’ll have buff arms and strong wrists.
Oh yeah! I need strength to hold cameras above my head. And Dave will be even heavier than Clarisse, so this is extra-important.
Speaking about those wrist exercisers, and while I’m on a roll telling other people’s stories, I have a friend named John. Somewhere in his teens, he was squeezing those little exercise things, when he got the notion in his head, “I wonder what would happen if I put this in my mouth?” So, he squeezed the exercise thing and put it in his mouth. Can you see him? Squeeza, squeeza…look at it consideringly…squeeza…pop into mouth.
Ouch! Stuck! Stuck! Stuuuuuck!
He had to find his mother and have her shove the sides of his cheeks to close the exercise thing enough to pop it out. He reports that it took forever for her to get it out, but mostly because his mother was so weak from laughter.
John was always doing dumb things when he was a kid. There was the time his parents had a go cart. He was given strict instructions not to drive the go cart without his father. He nodded, “Yes, yes! Of course! Never ride without dad! Got it!”
But as soon as his parents left the house, BAM! The screen door slammed open and John was in the air leaping down the steps to the go-cart. Vroom! vroom! around the yard until the neighbor’s Doberman caught sight of him and started chasing him. Grrrrr! Big dog, little go cart, panicked John. John crashed the go-cart, which made the dog run away and left John with a totalled go cart and a steering wheel-shaped bruise on his chest. It was the only time his dad said, “He’s been punished enough.”
Ok. I’ve run out of steam. No more stories tonight. This blog didn’t make a lick of sense.
The Stand: 460 down, 693 to go. If I wasn’t blogging, I’d already know how this ends! Suspense! Two days ago I thought the faceless man was a metaphor, but now I’m thinking he’s real. Kinda. Dunno.
Oh, and The Man from Earth was very stupid! Spoilers below:
In the end, they ask the 14,000 year old cave man if he was ever anyone famous from history and he tells them that he was Jesus. He was crucified, but he used his eastern techniques to slow down his heart and they thought he was dead and buried him. But then his body healed itself and they thought he’d risen from the dead.
Oh, come on! I wouldn’t put something that lame in my blog, much less in a movie that people would have to pay to see.
Every 10 years, the cave man would up and leave where he was and move somewhere else, even if he had a wife and children. He’d just abandon them before they could realize he wasn’t aging past 35 years old.
Turns out that one of the cave man’s old friends was one of the cave man’s sons, who always wondered why his daddy abandoned them when he was a kid. The 60-year old son was so shocked by the news that the cave man was his father (confirmed by knowing their pet dog’s name) that he keeled over and died of a heart attack.