So I've moved. It happens. Not particularly happy about it but I'm over it. New county; new library; so I need a new library card. I stop in today at the local branch, which is part of the Atlanta-Fulton County system, which is phenomenal all things considered, only to be told that they are making-over their check out system and they can't issue any new library cards for at least a week.
"It will be at least a week. Perhaps ten days. Call before you come back."
"Okay. So what can we do right now; as a temporary fix?" I ask with my stack of books on the counter between us. She gives me a hopeless stare but can't hold my gaze. I don't get angry and I don't act a fool (I was tempted). I just left. That was all I could do.
It's irrational that I should be angry in this situation only because of how many unread books I have (that was the first box unpacked in the new place). But I don't own what I want to read right now.
I'm a bit frustrated to say the least. I don't know what I'll sit down and crack open in a few moments; I'm sure it will be good and I'll enjoy it (optimism is so foreign to me). But I still want those books I had to leave at the library.
Unrelated to anything, did anyone else see the article in the Saturday/Sunday edition of the Wall Street Journal in the review section called 'My 6,128 Favorite Books' ? Because that was awesome.