Last week I spent an entire day planning out my lessons for the upcoming month. Our library doesn't keep a lot of books in stock, so I even went online and requested books from their library partners. The books arrived this weekend and I went to pick them up today.
So there I was, standing at the counter looking at this huge pile of picture books when I noticed...one of these books was not like the other (do be do do). There amongst the "How Are you Peeling?" books and the big giant picture of a penguin from Antarctica sat my golden egg. Several months ago I had put my name on the wait list for the new Pat Conroy book (I think I have mentioned he is one of my favorite authors). I can't afford to buy a book when I only read it once, so I was very sad to see I was number 149 on the wait list. But I waited...and waited...and waited.
But today, there it was, sitting there looking so out of place, almost majestic, like royalty amongst the peasants. My lethargic stupor that I engage in when dealing with people I don't know and choose not to make small talk with was suddenly broken by the sound of a squeal. That squeal came out of me as I noticed my hand involuntarily reached out to stroke the giant capital letters that said "South of Broad." I am not a squealer, people. I certainly don't caress books, but I just couldn't help myself. I had to prove to myself it was real.
The squeal caused the librarian to look up from his scanning and I tried to redeem myself by telling him how long I had waited. His response? "Normally squeals are reserved for the new James Patterson books." I think I embarrassed us both just a little today.
But if you need me for the next day or two, you can find me hiding in the bath tub (it's frikking COLD here-17 degrees), with a big glass of wine, just me and my Pat.
And yes, I know what a geek I am!