Bellefonte Library Date

Now that they've gotten rid of our Bookmobile and the book lockers at Way Fruit Farm, our only recourse to get books way out here in the hinterlands is to actually DRIVE to a library and pick them up. 

My husband had requested three books, and we got an email that they were available for pick-up. So we drove to the Bellefonte library (about a half-hour away) to get them. Of course, I seized the opportunity to look around and nab about 8 books myself; between the two of us, we ended up with twenty-some.

This is the row that contains the J.D. Robb In Death series, of which I am a fan. They are on the very top left there, and that face you can see is actually hers: the author, J.D. Robb, also known as Nora Roberts. I pretty much cleaned them out of every one I had not read yet.

I have to tell you that one of the best decisions I ever made in life was to marry a voracious reader. He loves to read as much as I do. He's been a library patron in one town or another for his entire life. It is a match made in heaven. Some days, we sit in the woods, listening to music, quietly reading our books.

Libraries always remind me of Belle, in the Disney film Beauty and the Beast. (Belle in Bellefonte!) For she was a voracious reader, too. As was the Beast, who had an entire, gorgeous library. So let's let our soundtrack song be from that: Tale as Old as Time, from Beauty and the Beast.

P.S. We also seized the opportunity while in Bellefonte to hit the Weis store on Buckaroo Lane. (Yes, for real. That's the name.) My husband and I split up to shop, and I finally ran into him again in the tea aisle.

And who do we see coming up to greet us but the little-old-lady-friend we made at the beach at Whipple Dam that day back in July! We've visited her once since then, and exchanged cards and phone calls.

She came up to us with big hugs, and stories, and questions about when we can get together again. We have some plans and she has some plans, so I promised I'd call her next week.

At one point, my husband told her (her husband, now passed, was 6 feet 5 inches, and she's just a little mite, around 5 feet, like me) that marriages between very tall men and very short women tend to last forever. Nobody knows why; it just IS.

Our friend sort of shouted out back to him: "Maybe it's because we feel SECURE!!!" And then he told her that in MY family, the only way out of marriage is death; we don't believe in divorce! "So you'd better not divorce me," I teased him.

And then there we stood, her and me, side by side, two tiny little women, facing off my 6-foot husband. "What's that they say about little packages?" she says to me. "Good things come in small packages!" I answered back. 

"We're DYNAMITE!!" she shouted. And it sounded like fun, so I said it too: "We're DYNAMITE!!!" (I wish we'd had your CAMERA!" my husband said, later.)

And then we hugged some more and took our leave of her, to go checkout. "I love you!" she said as she left us. "Love you too!" I shouted back; "Love you too!"