I can’t stop laughing. You know how you do things when you are little and you don’t really think about them at all? When I was a child we lived in this great big house. You know the type ten bedrooms, our living room was easily the size of a one bedroom apartment, and we had a tiled entry way with a curving stair case that led to the upper level library, which had a white ornate wrought iron banister all the way around it, as well as white carpet throughout the house. So as you reached the top of the stair case you entered the library which was open on one side overlooking the entry way, with built in book cases all around, and from there several hallways led to the bedrooms.
With this picture I am painting I am sure you have gathered our house was a bit on the prissy side *giggle*. My mother was very particular that it always be magazine ready. Everyone had chores and everyone did them. The living room was for company and you were not to be just hanging out with your things all over. This is unfortunately is the completely anal place I slip into when I am not careful.
Last night I had a bunch of people over to see my new apartment, and one of them asked “is that book case leaning forward?” Another said “that is why you have to anchor them into the wall.” So as you do; I was sitting here singing along to songs, remembering last night’s conversations and noticing how much that book case is leaning forward and with that thinking maybe I should push the books back inside the shelves to counter the weight and keep it from leaning forward, until I replace it.
This is when I remembered how I used to walk around that library as a child and push all the books back in the shelves. It never occurred to me that someone came along behind me, to realign each one, along the edge perfectly. I can just see my mother’s annoyed face as she went back through to fix everyone, so that it was perfect. I did this often, and not once did I get caught, or even think that it was wrong, I was bored and I liked them pushed back. I know that it was my mother who put them back along the edge, I know this because no one else would have cared that they were out of place and she is so neurotic when it comes to those things; and I know it must have taken about a half hour each time she had to do this.
So I sit here giggling, ok out right laughing with just a bit of self-satisfaction that I never got caught, and that she is probably still wondering which annoying person messed up her perfect library. Ahhh the little joys in life…
How does it get better than that???