January 25, 2013
Tonight I was reading through a few blogs that I follow, and came upon this fun idea. It’s called “Finish-the Sentence Friday” It originated from a blog called, Can I Get Another Bottle of Whine. (Yes, Dear Bloggary, I agree, it is a clever title.) The premise is that they start a sentence, and you are invited to finish it. So, although this is blog/diary (Bloggary) I’ve decided to finish it… the sentence, that is. (Indulge me, Dear Bloggary.)
The sentence of the week is:
When I was Younger, I tried…
…to start my own library. (Yes, Dear Bloggary, I am that nerdy.) I was about ten or eleven, and my father had set up a tent in our back yard. I loved to read in the tent, and always had books scattered across the floor. Neighbourhood kids would come in, look at a book or two and leave. That was when I got the bright idea to start my own library. (Yes, Dear Bloggary, I do sometimes get those.)
I went into the house, got the supplies I thought I might need, and lugged them out to the Buttercup Library. (Named, Dear Bloggary, after the tiny, lemon-hued, wild flowers that had sprung up around the tent.) I constructed and taped card holders onto the inside, back covers of books, and fashioned fancy paper cards out of Manila paper to fill them. After I found an old stamp and pad that would work perfectly in my library, I opened for business. It was fun to stamp out the books and file the handful of cards and watch the neighbourhood kids happily take my favourite books home.
Unfortunately, things didn’t go as well as I had anticipated. (Yes, I’m sure you figured it out, Dear Bloggary.) My books did not arrive back in due time. Some I tracked down, and managed to retrieve. Others…well, I mourned their loss. I guess I was a bit naive about the honesty and reliability of others. I still am, sometimes. (What is the moral of the story here, Dear Bloggary?) I’m not sure of the moral of the story. Maybe it’s to look before you leap. Or, trust no one. (Yes, Dear Bloggary, I watched too many” X Files” episodes.) All I know is that not every story has a happy ending. So, just close that book and move on to the next… if your friends haven’t stolen them. (Yes, Dear Bloggery, in retrospect, a book store might have been a brighter idea.) The End.