I know you guys are thinking “oh, holy hell. Not another library post. What can she possibly tell me about the library that I don’t already know?”
It’s not really that kind of post.
I mean, you guys already know that the library is filled with all kinds of awesome things like free books and eBooks and audiobooks and magazines. You already know that it’s a great resource for workshops and children’s programming and book clubs. You already know that there’s free wifi and computers and a quiet place to read or relax.
So there’s no need to repeat all of that.
But what I do want to tell you about is my library. My third home (I’d say second but that’s really the child’s cheer gym although if I had my choice, they’d reverse themselves in order but unfortunately that’s just one of those things that really not in my control so I just deal with it and maybe also complain a little). The place that, when it sends me emails, I get all kinds of giddy.
Because my library is pretty kick ass.
First of all, it’s old. Really old.
Which means it has really old books and a whole bunch of history so if you geek out over stuff like that, you’re basically in nerd heaven.
It’s a contract library which means that it’s part of the state system but also independent. So it can pretty much do whatever the fuck it wants.
Doing whatever the fuck it wants means that it gets to host really cool library and community oriented fundraisers, like painting and wine night. That’s right. You can paint. And drink. And eat. IN THE LIBRARY. That’s badass.
And when you pay your fine? Doesn’t go to the man. It goes to the library to buy more books and things the library needs. Really, it’s the only time I don’t mind paying a fine for something that’s totally unavoidable (seriously, does anyone else have a problem with forgetting to renew, online, their library books?)
There’s garden seed exchange program. True story. There’s a little filing cabinet filled with all kinds of seeds that you can take for your own growing pleasure. Then, when you get a chance, you just replace the packet. And, as an added bonus, there’s usually the literal fruits of people’s labor in baskets on the circulation desk during the summer months.
Let’s not leave out the librarians. I love these ladies. As a lifelong patron of libraries, I’ve become acquainted with many a librarian. None like these. To start, they know me and my daughter by name, without having to look at our library cards. Then there’s the fact that they actually have conversations with you. Pleasant conversations. Not just a “here’s your book and here’s when it’s due” conversation. Also, they are more helpful than any librarians I’ve ever encountered. Oh, you need a book the entire state doesn’t have? Let’s see if we can get it from somewhere else! Oh, you need a book renewed that maybe has a hold on it? Sure, we can help you out! Oh, it’s a little too loud in here? No big deal! It goes on and on. Far cry from the clinical, stereotypical librarian you normally encounter.
Essentially, my library is the Cheers of libraries.
I accept your jealousy.