Thursday, January 5, 2023

I do not know how long in the snow...

 





It has been snowing and snowing and snowing here. The library is very quiet, perhaps because it is swaddled and muffled in copious drifts of snow, but probably more so because there aren't many people here. The main work of the day is answering the phone and saying:

"Yes, we are open until eight."

At which point the callers for the most part exude a pleased and mild surprise, look out their window, and decide to just curl up with an old copy of Pride and Prejudice instead of going out. 

Then they poke around in their cupboard to see if they have some cognac and Grand Marnier and lemons to make a Sidecar with. They grab some really good blue cheese, some Marcona almonds, and any package of decent crackers they might have...

But perhaps we drift to far into my own personal fantasies of the day?


Outside of the dreadful commuting this weather involves, and the unpleasant car scraping, and the bitterness of having to leave my wife at home to go to work, it's all lovely; the snow, the quietness, and the commiseration over the weather with the patrons who have made it in.

I tried to take some pictures of the heavy snow to show to you, but I didn't feel like it conveyed it in all its altering depth. So I went out to the library backyard, plunged out by the pond thigh-deep in the snow, and photographed a couple old friends there to give it some scale.

I now have snow in my shoes, but it was worth it. 






















































































2 comments:

  1. Love it!
    I just discovered your blog yesterday. Your Kingly decrees are hilarious and quite inspiring. Think I'll give a few of them a shot at our tiny rural libraries!

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    1. Well, welcome! You sound very powerful if you are in control of a series of tiny rural libraries. If you do the staff sushi bar one I would like to drop by some time!

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