I have been busy with work stuff, but I've been keeping a list of things to post in the blog. Mostly trivial ranting kind of shit, less important stuff than what I could be ranting about, but you know me: I like to avoid the popular issues because everyone else is talking about them. Let everyone else rant and rave about those things and spew forth all their informed and uninformed opinions.

The weekend was a write-off: lots of work to do, lots of shit going on, but I did find time to relax for a while and give myself some time to catch up on some reading. I have a huge stack of books on my night stand that I have been meaning to read, and I still can't help buying more to add to the pile. Why is that?? I'm sure mom has the answer, she was always the big reader. I remember how she used to take us to the local library on weekends... I don't know too many parents these days who still do that. It was a fun outing: We would get to the library and all go our separate ways, then meet up after a few hours with stacks of books. Even as an adult, each time I moved to a new place, the first thing I did was go to the local library and get a library card. When I came here a couple of years ago, I did that on the third day I was here. Sadly, I haven't been to any of the libraries in this town since then. They suck. They smell too antiseptic, not like real libraries at all. They have hardly any good books, and the floor space is too empty. I'm probably being really picky, but I'm used to libraries that smell like books and have shelves and shelves of books so close together that you can't pass another person without squishing yourself up against the books while you feel the spines poking you in the back as if to say, "hello, I'm here, read me!" And you can hide in the stacks, be invisible, anonymous. The libraries here are too sterile, too open, not cosy at all. So I shop for books on-line now, and read them in the pub or the coffee shop. It's not as nice, though. My favourite library was in downtown Hamilton: 6 floors with lovely floor-to-ceiling windows. You could snuggle up with your coat in a corner on the floor and sit right kitty-corner in a window and read, and when you looked up from your book it was like you were suspended in the air over the downtown streets. They had cozy chairs to sit in, but the floor was way cooler. Too bad libraries don't allow coffee, that would have made it perfect.

Anyway, that's not one of the things on my add-to-blog list.. oh well, it was nice to write. I remember one Xmas I asked for Paddington Bear books. I saw a kid in my Grade 1 class had them, and he showed them for Show And Tell. I wanted them!!! I asked for them, and got a different set of books, not the paperbacks that this grade 1 kid had. The ones I got were small and thin with few words and lots of pictures. I was a kid, ungreatful of course, so I cried and complained, and finally my parents brought home the boxed set of the 6 red paperback Paddington Bear books I wanted. They said I was propbably too young to read them, but I didn't care! Why should that dumb kid in my class have them and not me?! I did read them, too! I liked them, and they were very challenging for sure, but I liked them a lot better than the picture-books. I haven't seen those books in years, they must have gotten left behind during one of our moves...

Friday was also a write-off. People sticking their nose in my business and getting involved in things they have no right to be involved in. People being chickenshit and stupid and blind. Made me angry and sad. What can you do. People suck.

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