The liberry is your friend

A couple of weeks ago, I rediscovered the liberry.

You all know about my crushing poverty these days, as a result of cat-plumbing disasters, and my desire to make some improvements to the grounds of Chez Peepee.

So, I went to the liberry, where I can get books for free. If I still need to own them after I read them, I will buy paperbacks at used book stores.

I am very happy to report that my choices were determined by how big the book was. Not in terms of type-size, or length, but rather, would the hard-cover beast stay open with minimal propping so I could knit and read at the same time.

I was excited about reading this book. I had almost forgotten about this series. Read the first six about three years ago, and the mental note to buy the next ones promptly disappeared. I remembered last summer in a used-book store, and gobbled up the following three. Then I hit a snag. New issue in the fall or so, and I was trying to not buy books. All my previous books were in paperback, so I didn't want to ruin the line of books on the bookshelf, never mind I am trying to not spend money (again, house!).

I realized I had a couple of hours to kill between work and Knit Night at my LYS (sadly website-less), and wandered over to the liberry to hang out for a while with the homeless, crazy and addicted folks who also hang out at the downtown liberry. I immediately found the adult science fiction section, and there it was, exactly where the on-line listing said it would be.

I am sooo happy. I have done very little reading this winter, and while my knitting production went through the roof, I also watched far too much bad TV. This bodes well for improving my state of mind.

The only hard part is remembering to write down what I want to read, so that I will not be overwhelmed by choice once I get there.

Incidentally, much of my latest list of books to read comes from this blog. I've been wading through the archives and will be adding Miss Snark to my list of favourites. I've considered why this fascinates me, and I realized that I want to work in an industry where I can emotionally connect with the product. Perhaps, maybe. Changing my career path is a discussion for another day.

An update on other things:

Parker is recovering well from his surgery and looks hilarious with his cone and shaved behind. If he cooperates, I will get a picture. His dignity is quite wounded right now because I keep laughing at him. Scout is glad to have him home, and now I get some peace.

I went to Nodnarb yesterday to visit the family for Easter. Mostly to play with my nieces. Their fathers have not granted me permission to post pictures, so you will have to believe me when I say that they are the smartest, most adorable and perfect nieces an auntie ever had.

I also gave my dad the green and black socks. I know they were intended for someone else, but when I measured them, they would have been far too big. I will make that person another pair. Dad was completely blown away. I've never knit anything for him, and he hasn't had hand-made socks since his mother died, thirty years ago (she was a Knitter, with a capital K). I think I made him pretty happy.

The fit is perfect. I only hopes he wears the damn things instead of saving them for "good." I promised to make him more.