In 1964, I woulda been HOT

Yearbook Yourself.

P.S. I apologize to all those who planned to get work done and now will not, due to playing with this. Could we call it "research into character development" and leave it at that?

Or...on second thought...is there a decade that you feel more at home in than this one? Discuss.

Digital Bookmobile

I had no idea such a thing existed.

The press release:

DIGITAL BOOKMOBILE COMING TO CENTREVILLE

A digital bookmobile will be in the parking lot of the Centreville
Library from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. on Saturday, Sept. 13 (rain or shine).
The bookmobile provides a great opportunity for people to learn more
about downloading audiobooks, eBooks and more. There will be
instructional videos and interactive computer stations so readers of all
ages can experience new ways to enjoy digital books and more from the
library. For more information visit the library's Web site at
www.fairfaxcounty.gov/library. Centreville Regional Library is located
at 14200 St. Germain Dr., Centreville, VA 20121.

P.S. I've only lived one place that was served by a bookmobile, and that was the military family housing area on Fort Adams, in Rhode Island. I loooooved that thing. There was something about all those books squeezed into one tiny, but orderly, space that made them feel even more like the treasures they were.

Poetry Friday: Jane Kenyon's Happiness

After posting yesterday about This is Just to Say: Poems of Apology and Forgiveness, I wanted a poem today to compliment the themes of that book.

I found one in Jane Kenyon's Happiness, which begins:

There’s just no accounting for happiness,

or the way it turns up like a prodigal

who comes back to the dust at your feet

having squandered a fortune far away.

and continues with this wry image:

No, happiness is the uncle you never

knew about, who flies a single-engine plane

onto the grassy landing strip, hitchhikes

into town, and inquires at every door

until he finds you asleep midafternoon

as you so often are during the unmerciful

hours of your despair.

Go read the whole poem. I think she's beautifully accurate in saying that we do forgive happiness for its absence, the very minute it shows up again.

Elaine at Wild Rose Reader is hosting the Poetry Friday roundup today.