So I put on my old reliable boots and put my cell phone and my library card in my pocket and my old library books in my old green World Fantasy bag--you know, the Texas one--and I walked to the library to get my new library books.
Let me repeat that: I walked to the library to get my new library books by myself.
It is a gorgeous sunny day here in Minnesota, with just the tiniest smudges of cloud way up high. There was a neighbor kid objecting to her older brother: "That is not how you play football!" and her brother, who was Robin's age, replying, "It is how I play football!" There was a neighbor fixing his mailbox who gave me a neighbor smile, and there was a jogger with whom I exchanged gleeful little girl-jock grins. The field across from the library had been mown yesterday and had iris petals on it. I found the lilacs with my nose before I could find them with my eyes. For the first time I noticed that one of the lakes I walk between on the way back has a twin just beyond the stands of birch and sumac. The grade school (Glacier Hills, have I said how much I love that name?) has fence artwork now, and there's a clump of goldenrod in the crook of a fallen spruce. The little bitty kids who were selling KoolAid were so excited that I was walking and willing to wave at them that they didn't seem the least bit disappointed that I didn't buy their KoolAid. (I hate KoolAid, but I would have bought a cup because I am in the mood to be kind to the world, except they don't let you charge that sort of thing to your library card.)
Naturally by the time I got home, three more of the things I'd requested had come in at the library. Naturally. The steady time will likely go away tonight. I will still need help getting back to the library, or to the doctor or the grocery store or a million other very necessary things. But today I got my own library books. By myself.