Update

Hello dear readers!

I owe you a post because 1) it's been a while, and 2) I went to freakin' CHINA(!) and managed to visit a few libraries and bookstores, but I'm not here today to talk about that. Today I need to update you all on a situation. And that situation is named Paul Bunion.

Avid readers will remember  Paul from my very first post. At that point Paul was just an obtrucance (obtrusion nuisance) that contributed to the Hobbit-like appearance of my feet, but wasn't a source of discomfort. Well, Paul's getting uncomfortable.

I went to the doctor and was told that, if things got significantly worse, the treatment is a horrific-sounding surgery where the bone (AKA Paul) is shaved down, which is terrible enough, but then you have to stay off of your feet for quite a while to recover. Turns out, I use my feet pretty much daily. So the doctor recommended I wear shoes that are spacious at the top, which was easy in the summer (hello sandals at work!), but is more difficult now that the weather is cold. So basically, I've done nothing to improve the bunion situation.

So I really shouldn't be surprised that Paul is now letting me know, in tiny little spurts of stabbing pain, that all is not well. Right now I'm able to push through and (mostly) ignore Paul, but I have a feeling he isn't going to like that. He had settled down a bit, enough that I had pretty much forgotten his recent displeasure, until I went ice skating today in very structured, toe-constrained figure skates. Less than one lap around the rink and Paul reminded me he would prefer I NEVER DO THIS AGAIN!!!

I wonder if they make wide-toed iced skates...

Paul June 2018 - the early days

Paul Nov 2019 - have things gotten worse?!?!?

 

Actual Pilgrimage!

Possums! I'm here to tell you that I went on an actual library pilgrimage! Well, a pilgrimage in the sense that I traveled a great distance, but in truth, only one library was visited. But it was lovely!

In June we went on a family vacation to Ponta Delgada in the Azores, a wee, picturesque island in the Atlantic.

The Azores are part of Portugal

Although our intention with this trip wasn't solely to visit a new (and European!) library, I will let you know that I confirmed there was a library in Ponta Delgada before I booked our Airbnb. I'm no fool.

Now I could go on and on about the views in the Azores,

or the natural wonders,

the interesting sights,

or the local flora,

but you're not here for all that (yawn!). You're here for the sweet, sweet library talk.

Conveniently, the library was about a fifteen minute walk  from our apartment, which we discovered our first night on the island when we went on a gelato mission. From our favourite gelato shop (we tried many) we could see the library. As it was after dinner, a plan was made to return the next day.

And return we did. The unassuming entrance to the library did not betray the beautiful design housed inside.

There was colour to be found in the library as well.

Tile art on the stairs

Since we had been out walking in the sun, the first stop was the library cafe which had a courtyard (how civilized!) where we enjoyed some cool beverages.

Then we were off to explore the children's area. My older daughter quickly found a book on her favourite topic - didn't matter that it was in Portuguese.

All cats, all the time

My younger daughter was interested in the board games and puzzles that they had, so we grabbed Guess Who and took it to our table.

As we were getting the game set up I noticed how many teenagers there were in the children's area (turned out the library was crawling with teens; I think they were preparing for end-of-the-year exams). "They probably find it so babyish in this section," I thought, hoping the sound of our playing wouldn't disturb them.

After we finished our game, as we were putting it away, one of the teens came over to us, and in broken English asked if she could have the game. She took it back to her table and set it up to begin playing with her friend. Not so babyish after all.

We made our way up to the second floor once the games were done and all the cat pictures had been observed. Here we found more teens, but also some beautiful natural light and wood flooring.

What a stunner!

All libraries should have a sky light

And as we were wrapping up our visit, I looked down to the floor below me and saw a man reading possibly the biggest and oldest book I had ever seen.

I don't know what he was looking for, but it was clear that the history that was being housed in the library was put to good use.

It was a beautiful trip, and a lovely library. I hope to return one day. If you're ever there, stop in and have a peek.

Next-Level Library Accessories

Hellllloooooooooooo (that's the sound of me greeting you from far away because it has been SO LONG SINCE I'VE POSTED!)!!!

All my writing for the past few months has been for the course that I've been taking at work/school (spoiler - they're the same place for me!), but with my final assignment submitted, I'm DOOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEE!!! (sorry for yelling at you so much)

The smaller the bird, the bigger the yell
Photo by Mathew Schwartz on Unsplash

With my final essay submitted, it was time for me to return my research books to the library on campus (shout out to university libraries and their tremendously generous loan times - we're talking months at a time!).

Not my actual books - think what I could have written with these beauties!
Photo by Chris Lawton on Unsplash

While dropping my books off I remembered one of my favourite new features of my at-work library which I am so excited to be able to share with you...

WHHHAAAAAAAA?!?!?!?

IT'S A DING DANG SLEEPING POD!!!!

The front pulls around for maximum serenity, and you can program the length of your nap and the soothing sounds you would like pumped into your ears while you rest. NEXT LEVEL!!!

So modern

It's like the dentist's chair, except soothing and relaxing, not jaw-clenching and anxiety producing. Now the real question is, would I feel too self-conscious to sleep in the library, in front of people who may judge me?

No. I would not. Sweet dreams!

Wine Shopping

Happy New Year readers!

My classy cat, celebrating in style.

New Year's Day seems like a good time to share my wine purchasing story. It doesn't really have anything to do with libraries, unless you consider a wine store to be like a library, except there aren't books only bottles, and you don't borrow the wine, so...nope, this story has nothing to do with libraries.

A while back my boss was leaving our office, so we decided to send him off with some booze (as all good employees do). I was tasked with procuring said booze, so I went to my colleague who knows about these things, and he looked up the LCBO's wine list, found a few good choices which were apparently in stock at the closest outlet, and jotted them down for me.

Off I went, and spent a good twenty minutes searching for the wine on my list. I double checked that I was looking in the right country and not trying to find a red in amongst the whites. All was good on my end, yet I couldn't find the bottle.

This was not, apparently, my wine country.

Finally, probably after longer than it should have been (I'm a bit stubborn), I asked one of the staff at the LCBO if he knew where I could find the wine on my list. He took my little scrap of paper, read the wine, and said "of course, follow me", and then took me over to the section of the wine store that I had always assumed was only for the revoltingly rich and from which I would be swiftly asked to leave should I enter - the Vintages.

So fancy, so classy.

He quickly found the wine on my list while I marveled that there were wines here that didn't have enough value to put my children through university, that I, with my $30 in coins and small bills collected from my colleagues, could indeed purchase a fancy bottle of wine. I'm sure there were also wines in that area that cost a pretty penny, but they were probably behind locks or up high where my grubby paws can't reach.

I thanked my new friend and took my bottle over to the cashier when it dawned on me; I had never in my life, until that moment, bought a nice bottle of wine. All of my wine selections had come from the equivalent of the dollar store offerings, purchased "off the rack" as it were. 

Armed with this new knowledge about the relative affordability of the Vintages section, I realize I could purchase more wine from there, but I haven't been back since. Partly it's because I don't actually buy a lot of wine, but I suspect that if I were to return to Vintages and peruse on my own, I would find my hands wrapped around a bottle whose price tag comes close to my pay cheque, and it would inevitably be at this moment that my clumsiness would stumble by, and I would be left with a very expensive pile of broken glass. I'll stick to dropping a $10 bottle of wine from the bargain section.

My inevitable future.