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An Afternoon at the Library
June 12, 2009 | |
My MA studies is taking up much of my sunshine time. I am quite resentful, but I’m trying to manage my ill-feelings towards it. Today I did some research for one of my MA papers at the children’s section of the Minneapolis Library. I was too shy to sit on the tiny chairs. I was so happy to see some of the books that I’ve read in my childhood…kinda like seeing old friends again. Research aside, I was also making a mental list of children’s literature that I will coax my own kids to read. Maurice Sendak’s Where the Whild Things Are, is one of those.
Then as I’m often wont to do, I visited my favorite aisles of fiction where works by Umberto Eco, Margaret Atwood, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, well, and Salman Rushdie to see if his Midnight Children is available, sit. Finally decided to pick up the only book by Marquez in this library that I haven’t read yet, The General in His Labyrinth, a historical fiction about the Great Liberator, Simon Bolivar. I have judged this book unfairly - it is actually a very absorbing book, so far as the 40 or so pages I’ve read today tell me.
Lovely summer’s day in my neck of the woods.
Walked out in a top and skirt, bare-legged. My patent tortoiseshell sandals got compliments (again) from three people. Every time I wear them, people stop me to exclaim how cute or pretty they are. Two kids actually followed me, or rather my shoes, whispering ‘look at those shoes’ over and over again like I could not hear them, as I was walking towards the library. I was flattered and amused…amused because the pretty sandals were in fact biting my small toes after hours of walking. My husband is puzzled, too, at this, and asks, “What’s so special about them?” Hmm, let’s just say they’re the first pair of patent footwear since Grade Six of Leyte State College years that I’ve picked up for myself. That I’ve admired them at the store for two months before buying them clues you in as to how seriously I’d shopped for them. I’m thinking of retiring them, perhaps along with the matching tortoiseshell sunglasses, in a museum for posterity.
By the way, did you watch last night’s riveting Game 4 of the LA Lakers vs Orlando Magic NBA Finals? I was screaming my lungs out without the sounds actually coming out coz the hubby was beside me having an overseas business conference. It went on to overtime again. The last minute of the match I watched a mere 2 inches from the TV screen. Laker’s Derek Fisher was man of the night with his last-second 3-pointers. Game 5 this Sunday. Bam and Jon are you watching?
