Yesterday I had fulfilled a fantasy (it’s too early to be kinky so stop that) and taught a full day workshop at the Library.

Growing up, I always thought the Library was a magical place.

All of these free books! Magazines! Possibilities!

I remember enjoying my library trips, a place of fun where time seemed to pause.

Library Bingo, Legos, magic shows, reptile man…what more did you need?!!

Ah yes, the many free activities during March Break too.

To this day, I think Libraries are a fantastic resource that build culture and provide support for communities.

At our local branch, my mom knew where they hid all of the new releases (behind the STAFF ONLY DO NOT ENTER sign) so it was like having my own personal Indigo. Long before that became a thing.

It was a place of adventure during the early days, and became a place of refuge later on.

There was a career centre at our nearest location. I always joked with my mom how one day I’m gonna work there because I loved the atmosphere and it was so close to my house.

The funding for that program was lost, but the sentiment remained.

I was determined to work at the Library one way or another.

Fast forward to yesterday and that’s how I ended up facilitating a critically acclaimed full day workshop.

I’m dead serious. I’m a critical person by nature and claim you should attend them.

I’m such a good trainer, I even let the group have a lunch break!

While participants went to eat, I found myself wandering the shelves upstairs.

So many shiny book covers, such little time.

I pause and realize I completely judge a book by its cover.

I think we all do that.

A couple weeks ago, I was shopping in Toronto and was flat out ignored by sales clerks at a higher end clothing store, likely because of my Jem and the Holograms hair colour.

Or maybe it was the Misfits.

Their songs WERE better.

I digress.

The thought occurred to me that I gravitate towards titles more so than words.

In no particular order; I give you books I judged by their cover.

This one portrays the story of my life:

The sooner people realize these facts about me, the sooner we can get along.

This one is a little more subtle:

You mean 9-11 wasn’t a conspiracy created by the United States? Bon Jovi is still alive?

Pfft.

Imagine if this happened?

If all the seas were ink, could all the cars become tacos?

I bet Jack Handey would appreciate this logic.

I have to admit, this one caught me by surprise:

I was drawn to this deer because I thought it had something to do with Alexander Keith’s from afar. Or Moosehead.

Now I realize it’s about some redneck’s memoir written in between NASCAR races and drinking bitch beer.

Next!

I do believe being a mother is the hardest job in the world.

Being a single mom makes that amplified.

I enjoy this single mom’s ability to colour coordinate.

And the fact that her child appears to be an afterthought.

Moving on….

The book above makes me question my existence.

Does the key to happiness involve an extended length charging cable for my iPad?

Wearing colours together that don’t match?

Annoying others with complete disregard for capitalization?

I mull this over.

Next on my bestseller hit parade:

This book calls to me because I’m not a jealous person.

If you have to read a book about how not to be an obnoxious significant other, or you’re worried about that person cheating, you should read the prequel; “he just not that into you.”

Moving right along; here we have this fine young fellow:

At first glance, I realize I enjoy the aesthetic of Wesley.

Maybe I’m late to the owl fetish craze, but this guy is cute and can stay.

Wesley looks thoughtful.

Kinda like he’d be the type of owl who would hide the fact that he ate more mice, rabbits and squirrels than you.

He also possesses a subtle curiosity because he’s making full use of his pockets.

At second glance, I realize the thoughtfulness of Wesley may actually be fear.

What’s he got to worry about, being on top of the food chain?

I see my next title and it all makes sense:

Some wise guy decided to make a mockery of his food supply!

If you read my blog for educational purposes, you need to stop.

Hey, an owl eating an octopus could happen.

The last book on my list is on here only because I bastardized the title and enjoy potty humour:

The actual title had way too many words. Something about taking your finances farther.

I don’t know anyone who’d find that more appealing than Finance Fart.

Alliteration. Always. Awesome.

I digress.

I realize it’s time to go back to my workshop.

Pleased with my observations, I return to my tribe for the day, a happy, animated bunch.

The Library always provides me with a happy, calming energy.

Like good things happen there.

Always keep that in mind; energy doesn’t lie.

So if you haven’t been to the library in a while, here’s a fine idea; put your other plans on hold and check it out.

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