I don't want to wait in vain...

Since I have so much time before my children get here, I decided to pick this up from the library.













What on earth was I thinking? This is one difficult language and I certainly don't have the coveted "ear for languages" like some people do. Nonetheless, I will give it a go. At the very least maybe I will be able to order a beer in Ethiopia,( not very helpful since I don't like beer). I remember in French class one of the first things they taught us was,"Où est la bibliothèque ?" Where is the library? I lived in France and never got to say that once.

Steven and I went to the central LA library a couple of weeks ago. Check it out..




Gorgeous. It might be worth a white-knuckled freeway drive to take my future kids down there for storytelling.

They also have a rare books section, but we couldn't get in without an advance reservation.


I commented to Steven that they probably have a bunch of first editions there. He said ,"Yeah, they probably have a Bukowski puked on by Hank himself." That Steven, he's a keeper.

I think Buk should have used this photo as his Christmas card. If we don't at least have a referral by this time next year, I'm going to send it out as ours.

Oh, I almost forgot. During the homestudy process my social worker asked me why I thought I'd be a good mom.

I said,

"I like to go to the library."

Nice answer. No wonder I don't have any children. I am a complete moron.