WOW. The SUN is shining,the ice is melting and all seems right with the world. Seems being the operative word here. Although I am literally starving for sunlight, the most dangerous thing for me, post eye surgery, is reflective glare. I looked out the french doors for a minute, smiling at the sunshine, and then couldn't see at all for a couple of minutes. Panic. Even now my peripheral vision is all fuzzed up, so I will have to wear my *european snowboarder* dark shades today, even to look out of the kitchen window. sigh. MUST.BE.PATIENT.
I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning finishing the secret project, and I don't like it. RATS. This is what I get for *blindly* following a pattern for an object not pictured in its final glory. Oh dear. It is against the rules to post a picture, so you'll just have to take my word for it. NOT.WHAT.I.EXPECTED. Back to the drawing board. Literally.
I had dreams about the library of my childhood last night. I could see, in exquisite detail, the spines of the books, the texture of the carpet, the dust floating in the shafts of sunlight, the change of venue from the children's section to the HUSH of the grownup's wing. The rush of cars on El Camino Real, the fruit tree orchards. I know it doesn't look like that any more, but such is the inescapable lure of dreams....things are as you expect them to be, always, and that is a comforting thought.
Tomorrow maybe I'll venture out to reassure the Mommymobile that I still love her dearly. No reason to chip off the ice if it will melt all by itself, n'est pas?
Oh I love the library from my childhood. Such a magical place for me. And mine isn't the same anymore either.
Keep those eyes shaded...it is getting brighter and brighter out there. Woo-hoo. We can now resume our regularly scheduled life!
Posted by: annie | January 28, 2004 at 12:23 PM
Ah, the tiny little house that was my introduction to the world of forbidden books. And all those index cards that kept a record of who had what book, usually pencil entries that smudged and blurred over time. I suppose technology has its good side but I miss the really personal contact we used to have with the librarian.
Posted by: Larry | January 28, 2004 at 12:33 PM
Oh - libraries - I love them! There are worlds in those places - although I must admit I sure do wish they'd let me sit there with a nice hot cuppa whilst I read away. We had a book mobile that came around the neighborhood - oh the joy of climbing in there to find what new books the librarian had brought with her - and THEN they built our own little branch and I was allowed to ride my bike there! The pride, the independence - it was way cool. When I taught school I spent most of my free time in the library - so much so that my friend, the librarian, told me to get real and get my Masters in Library Science - maybe one day. Librarians NEVER have to grow up - they can dress in character, drool over books, and do all the voices for the characters - neat uh? Be kind to your eyes dear Greta - and be patient - the will arrive.
Posted by: lillium | January 28, 2004 at 05:22 PM
I dream about libraries quite often. I wonder what it "means"?
Greta, every time you mention some little architectural detail about your house I get the urge to come live with you. French doors? Oh my.
Posted by: Em | January 29, 2004 at 08:39 AM