I’m not asking about Life in Trump’s America, I’m asking about in your own, private, non-headline-news life. Because I have the least demanding life I know of (I, *cough* write for a living, at home with cats and plenty of tea, and I have zero kids so, really, I should have nothing to stress about ever) and still, I have to deal with bullshit on a daily basis.
One morning last week I stumbled into the kitchen at dawn for my wake-up cup of tea. While the water was heating up I checked my phone, which I usually leave on my desk in the den. I discovered that someone had called and left a message the night before.
At 11:20 PM.
The message was from a woman I don’t know, calling about volunteering at the used book store that I manage out of the goodness of my heart for our local library.
I’m trying to be a better person these days. I’m trying to meditate and be compassionate and give people dignity (like it says in the book I’m reading) and to not assume everyone is an asshole whose purpose in life is to piss me off (like I do because I’m me). But who calls up a stranger at 11:20 PM to talk about becoming a volunteer bookseller?
An asshole, right?
So that pissed me off, and I hadn’t even heard the morning news about the latest Trump atrocity yet. And I hadn’t had my morning tea either. I don’t like to start the day like this, and it seems that I start a lot of days like this.
But I didn’t call this lady back and fill her in on how much I hate her, for two reasons: It takes too much effort, and I’m trying not to be a fight or flight kind of person who confronts every single instance of assholery in my life. I’m trying to send love from my heart to all those who annoy the crap out of me and thus become a more evolved and self-actualized person. Well, that’s what this meditation book promises. We’ll see.
But speaking of books, here’s this month’s most useless book that came in as a donation to the used book store that I manage for our local library here on the north shore of Long Island:
If you need a book in order to think of a name for your horse, maybe you aren’t smart enough to have a horse. I hear they are very intelligent animals and they require a lot of care. Naming a horse is the easiest part of having a horse.
It’s been a while since you’ve seen what a typical few days’ worth of book donations looks like. This is what I deal with every four or five days:
This pile of books was weirder than most because it contained some very specific tastes in reading. Such as:
I don’t know. That seems like an awful lot of bookmarks for a book about polar bears.
In fact, all the bear books had little book marks stuck inside them, something I’ve only seen before in self-help books. Seems to me that these books about bears, mostly ones about polar bears, must have meant a lot to someone, obviously at some challenging phase in their life.
But no matter how lost you are, desperately grasping for meaning via polar bears, it would have been polite to remove those stickies before you
made them my problem donated them to the library’s used book store.
Here’s a book that we in the used book store have absolutely no use for:
Not because sailboat racing rules are not a fascinating subject. It’s because, maybe as you can see in the photo, the book is, literally, filthy.
We can’t use this book (below) either (this time because the subject happens to be boring, sorry, Canada) but it had a killer cover and it made me happy, so I have to show it to you:
That’s enough of about books I can’t wait to throw out. Here’s the book about meditation that I hope will make me a better person:
This book comes highly recommended (by the Dali Lama, among others), and I’m determined to learn from it because in the near future I’m going to have a lot of free time on my hands and I can’t spend it being constantly pissed off. I need to find a way to have a spectacular Third Act, and I don’t want to read a lot of books about polar bears to find out how. I hope this one book will do it.
At this week’s board meeting of the Friends of the Library I turned in my notice. I’m closing the book store for the ChrisHanuKwanSolstice/New Year’s holiday on December 21, but I’m not coming back in January. I quit.
And it feels FANTASTIC.
In other news, our old cat, Lickety, is still with us, bless his darling little heart. I don’t know how he does it, since his cancer has made him skin and bones, but he is enjoying left over Thanksgiving turkey and, now and then, a sunbath in the back yard:
It’s hard for me, now, to remember him as the cat he’d been for the 12 years before cancer:
Lickety is on my lap as I type this:
As weak and cancer-ridden as he is, Lickety is still as gentle and loving as he was when he was fat and healthy . I think there is definitely something deep and meaningful about his life, and we could all learn from him.
But then, we all know that cats are deep and meaningful creatures:
Here are some more life thoughts to get you through the day”
Have a great weekend, everyone. And if telling us about an recent incident of bullshittery in your life helps you get the ball rolling on a joyful TGIF, please feel free to share in the Comments.
Here’s you political righteousness for the day:
I miss Obama more every single damn day.