Today at the Library the following people ordered these books....

POTTER ordered "How a Seed Grows"

LAND ordered "Bibliography of Indians of San Diego"

ENGLISH ordered "Please Understand Me II"

I think it's a good idea to order these books I can't think of anyone better to read them.

Who can you meet in the Library?  Well all kinds of people in all colors and sizes but the one thing most people who use the library have in common is transition.  You can meet mommies with children in the preschool years, unemployed job seekers creating resumes, older folks beyond those "retirement years," families learning to speak english, newly divorced men and women seeking guidance through legal and self help materials...the list of life transitions of library users goes on and on.   

When I think of the times I needed the public library it was mostly when I was unemployed, a little bored and also a little delicate.  Now I work there. I can recognize the displacement in many of the patrons now with the economy the way it is, a place somewhere inbetween acceptance and disbelief lies a library book you never thought you may be checking out.  It has a timeline, a due date similar to your own. It may have step by step instructions that seem encourging weather you actually get to them or not.  Somehow just having that "Get Organized" book laying there on top of the paper piles just works in it's own way.  Brought to you by life transition. A place of hitting the wall, banging the wall then deciding to use the library.  So if you do find yourself in a life transition the library just might have a prescription. 

I am beaten and gone.  Sunken. 

full and fat on nothing

piss poor driven on everything.

a bit lost on the map

half dry in the moist morning of dread

cut into by the heviness of night.

Still I go on. Alone like a virgo man or

a land driven mermaid. 

Nest is brittle and worn one season, a thousand.

One year a decade.

They say I am only gas in the end.

I say, what end? It is not so much that I always will be,

more that I have always been.

Oriya Davi

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

Sylvia Plath

I am a quiet rock steaming.

A nice change from the usual cold.