We love libraries. There are three main libraries we frequent, in nearby towns with populations of 1000, almost 3000 and about 5000. We go so often to the biggest one, the librarians know us by name, and know what we like to read, which I love. All the librarians are so accommodating and helpful, eager to point us in the direction of this book or that resource, or do an inter-library loan for me.
The one in the town of 3000 is our favorite though. They have a great selection of children’s books, the children’s area itself is well thought out and welcoming, the layout is wonderful, and it seems they have a lot more Christian fiction than the others.
We decided to go there yesterday. We arrived to find the library closed! It didn’t open until 2, and it was only 11. We sat down on the sunny steps to decide what we wanted to do. I couldn’t decide if we wanted to forgo the library altogether and go to a park or something, or if I wanted a good half hour drive to the nearest open library. While we were contemplating, (actually, I was the only one contemplating; Brielle was in non-stop motion, playing with rocks and Aviana was ‘writing’ in ‘her’ notebook with gel pens) a librarian showed up.
“We don’t open until 2.”
“I know, I should have checked on-line, I just didn’t.”
“I’m really sorry. Would you like me to take your returns in for you?”
“Sure thank you.”
A few minutes later, she came back out.
“Would you just like to come in for a while? I have some work to do, and will be here for at least a half hour.”
“REALLY? Are you sure? THANK YOU SO MUCH!”
Because it was a small town library, they don’t open at 10 every day like I thought. But because it was a small town librarian, we got to have our library day, and have an even more special one–how often are you the only patrons in the library?
Next time though, I’m going to check the hours on line before I leave the house.