the drunken librarian
I used to miss school all the time. The feeling of sharing ideas and learning is wonderful, and so is the illusion of purpose. It was great to be in school for me, because I didn't have to justify or know what exactly I was doing. But now I realize, who does really? Life is school. "Everything teaches. Not everyone learns." I heard that once, and I realize it is true. You all have taught me something, and mostly it has come outside of the classroom. True, some of it involved chocolate syrup, but how yummy is that?! ;)
Okay, I must admit, I am a little buzzed right now. Tonight was my first evening as a NY public library volunteer. I got signed on to help out at special events, which are amazing lectures and discussions with authors and such. All I have to do really is sit at a table and smile. Then I get to go to the reading for free! Tonight there was a reception afterwards and it had an open bar and lots of munchies. So, of course, I had to have about 2 glasses of wine and 2 gin and tonics. And not just the cheap gin I usually buy, but the good stuff. It was fabulous. The drinks loosened me up enough to smooze with the library event staffers. We actually had a great conversation about literature, learning and public service. Yes, okay, Tom is right, I am some sort of hippy politician in a lot of ways, but really I just want to be good to people. Will you vote for me for President? Of course, I will take Miss Davis as my running mate. How could it get better than that?! You know though, it was such a strange thing. Here I was eating and drinking for free, but it was raining just outside. I couldn't help but look outside and think about those who were slightly more uncomfortable than I. What do the homeless do in the winter?!
I think I should get some rest now. Tomorrow will be another long, but good, day. I hope you all have wonderful days. Ones that constantly remind you how amazing you are. And how loved you are. 'Cause I love you. And Carla, you will blow those comps out of the water. And if for some reason you don't, well, don't let those fools tell you there is something wrong with that. As I tell Longefellow many o' times (and he in turn reminds me) "Doubt not, o poet, but persist."
keep persisting, my dear friends. I think of you often.
love,
s :)
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