Library

Today's adventure was to the Library.

The other day, I went to go to the library I've been to many a time before but when I drove by it was closed. I was like what the.... aw really? Then I was bummed because no library and an empty building. I don't like empty buildings. They kind of make me sad. I was then telling my story of woe to the good people at work when they reminded me that they moved that library. Yeah for me! They built a new one. Well I had to go check this out.

On my lunch break I went to visit this new building. After turning the wrong way only once, which is quite an achievement for me, I drove around a roundabout and arrived at my destination. There it sat in a big parking lot nestled in the mountains. Anything sitting in mountains looks better.

They have a coffee shop drive through that isn't Starbucks, a drive through book drop off and a very big building. When I walk in I stop in the doorway and just look around. They have map of the building like they do in the malls. Instead of seeing JCPennys or Hot Topic I get to see Children's Section, Non-Fiction, Fiction and a quite area. Everything was open, bright, lacked the smell of old books. I wandered around not having any idea of what movies were good, books to read, and just looking around realizing how much I miss libraries. When I was little my goal was to be like Matilda and read all the books in my local library. I was smart enough not wear my squeaky shoes, but going up wooden steps, my high heels did click or rather clunk. Still haven't mastered heels yet. After wandering for most of my lunch, I picked two random non-fiction books. One about the mafia and one about how we waste food. I walked back down the check out counter. The librarian asked me if I found everything I was looking for. I told her I didn't know what I was looking for before I came in so I guess so. I told her it was my first time visiting. She was like I figured, you looked a little lost when you came in. Story of my life! Ha! Anyway, go be like Matilda an go read a book.

Mowing the Grass

Today's adventure started in the middle of the day. After getting home from running an 8k I told myself I had to cut my grass before work. The only reason I was forcing myself to do this task is because I feared that my neighbor would cut my grass for me again. Most people think this is really sweet. Which, it really is, however, it always makes me feel bad. In my mind it's more like aww poor girl is working so hard she doesn't even have time to make her yard look like someone lives at her house. This is all actually true, however, for other people to think it makes me a little bit sad inside.

   
So after for short rest I motivate myself enough to get off of the couch and go attempt to mow my lawn. My yard, by the way, is not that big. Half of it isn't really even covered in grass. At this point I'd say 80% of my front yard is covered in clovers. I'm okay with that because at least it is green. However, at this present time, because there are so many white clover flowers my yard looks like it has a light snow has fallen just in my yard.  So their is no option, I must mow the yard today. I must do it before my neighbor does it. 

   
I pull the push mower out from under the porch. I check to make sure it has gas, I push the little ball thing several times to make sure gas goes where it's suppose to. I then pull the little lever together and start to yank on the power cord thing. I do this about 6 or 7n time. I hate pulling that cord. I push the ball thing a few more times, move the mower onto a cement slab, try again. I pull it again a few more times and then start to whine. I know one way to try and get it to start. Pour gas into the carborrator. But, to find a screw driver, pour the gas, and pull that stupid cord again, too much effort. I look around and we for some reason have an Cylinder Reel Mower. That means, the old, old, old school mowers with no gas, just manual strength and some kind of blade at the other end. I say screw it, that will be easier. No, no it wasn't.