Last week I wanted to read a certain book, but I didn’t want to spend $30 to purchase it since it’s one of those books you flip through a few times and then never open again. Since Barnes & Noble was out of the question, I realized it was time to go to the library.
But first I had to find the library.
(By the way, moving to a new city–even one that’s only 15 minutes away from where you used to live–is a struggle for geographically-challenged people like me. I was just barely feeling confident about getting around Tempe when we moved and I had to start all over again! My life is so hard.)
Some quick internet searching told me two things. 1) The closest branch of our city’s library is only a couple miles away. 2) They have story time with Nick the Guitar Guy every Tuesday and Thursday morning. That settled it. Mila and I would head over to downtown Chandler, pick up the book I wanted (assuming it was available, which is was), and stay for some stories and singing.
And that’s exactly what we did. And it was fantastic. And I got to cross yet another item off my list.
Library card: acquired. Bam.
We went back on Tuesday for another round of toddler dancing and silly stories. (He read The Hiccupotomus and I’m pretty sure I need to buy a copy because it was darling.) We also paid a whopping $2.50 for a small stack of gently used children’s books to add to our (pitiful but growing!) collection. Secondhand purchases FTW.
This isn’t news to anyone–myself included–but seriously: public libraries are awesome. I’m still kicking myself for not going there sooner.
|Forgive the blur. She had just gotten herself a coloring page and was marching purposefully back to show me. So cute, but too quick for me to focus properly.|
We may go back every Tuesday and Thursday for the foreseeable future, because who loves free entertainment and an excuse to get out of the house? This Jen, that’s who.