Three Things Thursday: my Library Card

I would like to tell you I haunt the local library and am vastly well-read, but that would be a big fat lie but, while months or even years may pass between visits, I always have a library card, because a library card is so much more than books. As if books weren’t enough.


So, for Three Things Thursday (An Exercise in Gratitude), here are three totally random things I am grateful about having a library card:

Today I learned that if I were a very clever person and designed something, I could take the specifications, or design, or whatever it is one takes to my local library and they will print me a 3-D version of the thingy. I could literally imagine something, and the nice man at the library will make it real for me. Now, I often imagine cake, and I can (and far too often, do) make cake real, but I also imagine the Star Trek Replicator, but I can’t make a Star Trek Replicator. But if I could design a replicator, they could print me the pieces. That is definitely one of the coolest things about my library card.

Here’s another: once I went on a trip to New Jersey for a five-day, work-related class, in mid-February and concurrent with a large ice storm settling over the eastern seaboard and which hung out for most of my trip. Trapped in the hotel where the class was held, Friday dawned clear and bright and Newark International opened for the first time in 36 hours. I had a flight out Friday morning and nothing was stopping me being on it.

Except for maybe the ice sarcophagus encasing my rental car. The hotel was a Hilton Garden or something like, with no covered parking. In New Jersey! And all those days outside resulted in what looked like an economy-car-shaped ice sculpture.

With a key, I chiseled through the ice to the lock, then pried open the door. Once the engine was on and the defrost blasting front and back, I waited for a bead of moisture to appear between the windshield and the ice. Sliding my trusty library card under edge of the sheet of ice, I managed to lift it neatly up and off the windshield in a few large chunks. Repeat on the rear window and I was off, creeping down the road to a long nervous wait at the airport, where I shared a table and commiserated with a fellow traveler. Boarding hours past the original flight time and waiting, once boarded, over an hour while the plane was de-iced twice, a mercifully uneventful flight bestowed upon me the miracle of stepping into a bright, 70 degree Texas evening.

And lastly: consider the possibility that a woman from Southern California (that’s me) only understood how to get into her ice-cave rental car because of stuff she read in books checked out in various libraries throughout her life. I submit that it is not just possible, but probable.

Your library card: don’t leave home without it!

Three Things Thursday: Blanca

Blanca Chases Ball



Three Things Thursday, an exercise in gratitude, an idea stolen (with permission) from This Nerd’s Life, with which we spread some Happy in a needy Universe.

This time all three of my things are Blanca, as in her amazingly expressive face. Here are three photos of my Blanca, showing only a little of her complex character.



I worked at 6A and 5A High Schools and have seen, thrown, and received some serious side-eye and yet, I think Blanca could hold her own against even the snarkiest teenage girl, don’t you?

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Oh puhleeez! I invented side-eye

She is an intellect, as you can see below her questioning nature. She’s asking Life’s big questions: Why does Kitteh object to my fascination with his butt? If pine cones are not for shredding on the bedroom floor, what is their ultimate purpose? Do all balls roll under the furniture, or just mine? What will become of Flipper the Dog on Mr. Robot?

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Asking the Big Questions of Life, The Universe, and Kitteh Butts

But I think what I love most about Blanca and all dogs is they’re just generally very chill, open to any and all new things and people. She’s delirious with joy when the doorbell rings – Postman, UPS guy, repairman or neighbor, anyone, no matter his or her color, creed, or national origin, is a friend to Blanca. She is unfailingly pleasant to all around her, even Ivan the (recently) Terrible,  whose rejection she just plum refuses to acknowledge, though not in an icky, stalkerish way, more in the completely accepting, friendliest way possible. (And I wouldn’t say this within his hearing but secretly, like waaaaaaaay down inside that furry fury, I think Ivan occasionally experiences something akin to affection for her, too.)

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Keep Calm, and Blanca On

During bad days at my last school when there were multiple fights and extra police had to be brought in, I found myself occasionally considering that if Staff were allowed to bring their friendly dogs, everyone would benefit. It’s hard to be a jerk when you’ve got a friendly dog putting his head in your lap, or gently begging you, with a paw on your leg, to fetch her ball from under your seat. Just as babies and dogs give manly men an excuse to act like lovey-dovey fools, perhaps the strategic deployment of dogs would go a long way to mending our sad, cynical, troubled old world. Because it’s hard to disagree with those around you when you’re all laughing at the dog who is surprised, for the 37th time that day, to discover the cat objects to close-range inspections of his butt.

Three Things Thursday: June 9, 2016

Idea for this exercise in gratitude stolen with permission from My Nerdery/This Nerd’s Life. Check her out! I love her and I think you will, too.

Three things that made me smile this week –

This thing. Paul and I found it walking back from my unsuccessful attempt to get a good shot of the Adluh Flour Mill building and it more than compensated:

Success Gong Downtown Columbia

Whoever Marvin Chernoff is or was, I love that he put this out for anyone to sound when met with success. I didn’t, since basically my only success yesterday was getting out of bed. But one day I will; I will drive down there and sound this gong. You have been warned.

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This guy. I know exactly how he feels, it’s how I feel about oh, three times a year when my hair behaves. Salon days don’t count because stylists are professionals and tame unruly hair every day but when I get all of mine to cooperate all at the same time, this is how I feel. Wheeeee!


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What things have made you smile, or feel grateful for, this week?


Three Things Thursdays





Three Things Thursday: an Exercise in Gratitude

Three things that make me smile.

This is an idea stolen with permission from  It’s about simple things we’re grateful for. Check her out; I promise you’ll laugh, and think, and be glad you did.

Here are mine:

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beaters full of cake batter. Seriously, I don’t need to explain this, right? No one else is home….




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Pinwheels. Here’s part of my table arrangement for Memorial Day. Like bottles of bubbles, they provide me with child-like delight.



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Doggie Doors. Because then I can remain Lazy. And also because Blanca’s, “Is the coast clear?” expression while Ivan sits waiting to pounce, is priceless.



It’s the simple things, right? What are you grateful for?