Thanks to brainylady alison I have been searching the net for vintage airstream trailers (there is one available right here in River City, but I know if I go to see it we'll have trouble with a capital T!) and fantasizing about being the Bookmobile Lady. Actually, in my dreams the mobiles have MUSIC and ART as well as books, all the stuff the schools seem to be cutting out of the budgets. Don't get me started on this unless you have a couple of MONTHS to hear me whine about my quest to introduce children of all ages to MUSIC and ART and LITERATURE...sigh. Yesterday I picked up the Boy Bird and we three went wandering in the Mommymobile. First day out after a week of cabin fever...everything looked new and amazing. The Boy has become a Man and mama bird is about to fall off her perch from proudness. (I know, I know, making up words again, but really, haven't you ever seen birds when they PUFF themselves up so big and fluffy they look like they are going to keel right over? C'est moi.) We drove by Latham (wink and wave) to check the road conditions and then on to the Mall to see our Friends. Visited the cookie lady at the bakery, the dough tossers and cheese graters at the pizza place, watched in fascination, as we always do, as the man Who Cleans the Escalators did his impeccable job, oblivious to the zillion sticky fingers about to undo it all. We asked him about this once. He grinned a HUGE brilliant smile and said proudly "I always got me a job long as folks gots fingers." He's from Ethiopia. Has an advanced degree. Speaks like that to put the locals at ease. OMG. The things you can learn at the Mall. We are always befriending the Invisible People. The ones who Make Things Work. Sometimes we go really early in the morning to watch the huge bucket trucks drive into the mall and there is a guy who goes WAAAAY up high and changes all of the lightbulbs in the mall BEFORE they burn out. Did you know they use different colors in different places? Neither did we until we asked. This all started when Boy bird was little and was terrified of escalators. It took ten years or so of once a week going to places that had escalators and talking to people that fixed them and cleaned them and little by little we overcame the fear and now we can not only ride on escalators but we could probably build one if we needed to. The real reason for yesterdays trip to the Mall was to get The MAP. The man who is in charge of security at the Mall knows us WELL (we introduced ourselves early on since we figured he needed to know us if there was a Seizure Episode or some such thing...and as usual, he turned out to be One Cool Dude.) When they change the Maps at the Mall (the ones that show you the YOU ARE HERE spot and how to spend the most amount of money in the shortest possible time....) Joey gets the Ones They Throw Away and puts them up in his room like huge posters. Now that he lives in his own nest, he wanted the HOLIDAY MAP for his new place. End of January they put up the new MAPS....so I left the MALL with a wildly grinning young MAN with a MAP under his arm and a small bag of freshly baked cookies and a belly full of fries. Home before dark and back to my knitting. Life is SWEET.