Today I collected all of the books around the house and put them into boxes to bring to Powells. Probably about a hundred books. Most of them bought by me with the soul purpose of me reading them once. There were a few good books, but I actually owned The Memory Keeper's Daughter. Possibly the worst book ever published. Also a book about conjoined twins. Another bad one. In hard cover! Why, cause I was looking for something to read one day. Ever heard of a little place called the library, Amy?
Anyway I collected the books, and, (drum roll please) found a spot right in front of the Powells on Hawthorne. The guy selling "street roots" opened the door for me and Eli and I both thanked him. (By the way I am looking at the homeless totally differently now. Totally. Or maybe I should say that I am looking at them like they are people. I knew that is what you were supposed to do, but I've never actually done it before).
Anyway Eli and I watched as our friendly neighborhood Powell's clerk turned away 75% percent of my books. We both cheered every time he accepted a book. Apparently Powell's only takes books that they don't have too many of and that they know they can sell. The good news is that even for the few books I sold, I still got $30. Eli and I high fived each other and then he said, "now we can go to free swim today." He has totally adapted.
Later on Mel came over and I told her that we would need a scholarship to Kochavim. She was handled it exactly as I knew she would, just asked me to tell her what we could pay and moved on. We are so lucky to live in the community that we do. Now that I've done it once I'm sure I can do it again. Its not a matter of pride its just is what it is.
After swimming we went to Trader Joe's to buy milk. Just milk. Nothing else.
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