Three Smallish Tidbits

Small Tidbit the First - have you ever thought, "I wonder if there's a hidden camera watching me?"

I will readily admit that I've thought this periodically my whole life.

Most recently was last night when I was typing, and suddenly held my hands up off the keyboard to look at my wee little fingers.

I wiggled them and chanted softly "midget fingers... midget fingers" and then my head snapped up, mortified that perhaps this hidden camera that stalks me was taping at that very moment.

Of course, if I was really that concerned about people not knowing about this, I wouldn't have come running to my blog and typed it for all the world to read.

Small Tidbit the Second - Why are the Bedford Librarians SO MEAN?

I am what we would affectionately refer to as a Space Cadet. It comes with my shade of hair, thank you very much.

I forget things - a lot. Therefore, I should be a Librarian's dream... a veritable angel in disguise.

Stringed quartets should play when I walk in with my overdue books and movies.

Entire wings of libraries should be named after me, as I am the one who has single-handedly funded their building.

But no... the Bedford Librarians do not see me as a Goddess of Financial Windfall-ness. They see me as a bother. One who makes the computer sound a godawful noise when I swipe my card, asking them please to take my hard earned money for their coffers.

Just the other day I walked in and said sheepishly, "I think I owe you money."

She took my card, swiped it, the computer balked, and with eyes bugging she said, "You owe us EIGHT DOLLARS."

I graciously took out a $20 and handed it over. (Thinking of it now, I should have had her keep the entire thing as a credit on my account)

She (not so graciously) took it, counted out $12 into my midget fingered hands and, without making any sort of eye contact, slid my newly checked out videos across the counter to me.

"Thanks, and have a great day," I said in my most winsome voice.

She ignored me until I walked out the door, where I imagine she had all SORTS of things to say to her fellow Bedford Librarians about me.

(Lest I paint too poor a picture of this library, there is one librarian there who is nice... so nice, in fact, that it's as if she is apologizing for all the others)

Small Tidbit the Third - You know when there's something that you feel as if God is asking for you to place on the altar of your life?

And you do so... for what seems like the 8703 time.

And He takes you up on it, and finally rips it from your grasp?

You know how that hurts? Even though deep down you know it's what you want... because it's what He wants?

Yeah, me too.