The Voracious Reader

All of us that work in the old Library on Fremont Street

and those of us that knew how to get our keys to open the old and uncooperative locks

and the few of us who knew which books were truly old and not aged by careless hands just by how they stood in their places on the shelves

knew that  when Lorelle Coldman took a book down went to read it at her favorite table at the end of the hall ( where nobody sat because the light wasn’t very good back there )

that sometimes she got lost in her book and we would have to go and get her at closing time.

Last night at closing she got lost in a book and my co-worker Flora went to find her and found that not only was  Lorelle lost in her book- Flora was lost too.

I thought I could hear them calling to me when I opened the doors this morning- but to be honest- I didn’t go and check to see if they were still lost in the book Lorelle had been reading.

There are voracious readers- as we know- and sometimes there are very voracious books just waiting to be fed- I mean

read.

Artist Unknown

Cry Cry Baby

Art by: Laurie A. Conley

So yesterday I sent a request to someone in our office and he melted down because when I asked him to verify whether a return was in his work area he felt ( I think ) that my request was  a statement of his incompetence. I just wanted to know if the box was in that area. If  he had simply said it wasn’t in his area I would have emailed another department. No harm no foul. I must send out a half dozen of those searches a week and nobody ever cried and screeched in all caps  that my ‘tone’ had driven them to distraction.

Anyway, I told my  friend that evening  that I am a writer. If I wanted to say he was stupid brain dead millennial who couldn’t find his ass with a GPS tracker, a team of well trained search dogs and a  group of professional butt finders and  that I knew that asking him to look from left to right was out of his skill set- I WOULD HAVE. I would have included pictures  and maybe even a song from youtube as well:

When it comes to work related  correspondence- I don’t adhere to ‘ show don’t tell ‘.

But here at my blog – you won’t have to guess at what I’m saying- I will spell it out word for word.

 

May 29,2025- PICTURE DAY!

From my train commute- just a view that I really like. The boat is decomposing so I have thought of this place as the ” Body Farm “. I named it that for the real life ” Body Farms ” where forensic anthropologists study the ground around human remains for evidence — soil acidity can indicate how long a body has been leeching fluids into the Earth. Forensic anthropologists also study  the effects of weather and environment on human remains.

PUGET SOUND, WA
MAY 28 , 2025
Photo A.M. Moscoso

I wanted a picture of a ferry to send to my Granddaughter- it’s a challenge to take one from a moving train! But this time I got it. It doesn’t haven’t to be perfect picture but when I saw it I thought it was ok. I could work with it, I thought.
I was going to crop it when I noticed I had been photo bombed by a dog- which wasn’t totally unexpected because we were also passing a dog park.
What made it perfect was what the dog was doing.

PUGET SOUND
EDMONDS, WA
MAY 28, 2025
PHOTO A.M. Moscoso

The Conversation

WP Prompt: Do you practice religion?

” Jemma “
August 9, 2021
Fox Lake, Wisconsin
USA