hell hath no fury, or something like that (just hand over the library card and no one gets hurt)

Back when Mama was a wee miss, she discovered she had a thing for the written word.

Many written words.

All the time.

I'm nestled around the corner, hiding from the matronly mamas.

It could be said that I have a bit of obsession, really.

So it should not come as a surprise to find that right after securing a place to sleep, and some nominal amount of food in the fridge after any move, I scour the earth for the nearest library. I found mine within hours of arriving in Eugene, in the phone book, old school style.

I took my first mortgage payment stub with me - to prove residency - and the kids and we marched on in, all ready to begin our love affair with our new library system only to be turned away.

Turns out that buying a house in the area is shaky ground, however, a rental/lease agreement would be an in as would a personal letter addressed to me from any old Joe the Letter Writer.

Now those that know me in the flesh, know I can sometimes be too quick to accept a 'no'. I am easy-going like that. But after going several days of unpacking and cleaning without an audio book had taken a toll on me and I found myself arguing that I had used this information to register the kids at school, and that I love books, and that I am trustworthy, yet, nutty book lady, and that no I don't want the stupid piece of paper you keep waving at me.

(Please note: No librarians were injured or insulted during the showdown. I was desperate, but I can't be mean to any librarian, no matter how stubborn she seems to be, especially considering she holds the golden ticket to the goods.)

So I stalked my mailbox for more mail. I complained on Facebook and rallied support from my librarians back home. And when I had a nice stack of mail, addressed to me, showing I am in it to win it here in their fair town, we drove down to the luxurious downtown library where the sullen help there handed me a card.

(Where are the happy book people? I haven't met up with them yet.)
She is worth the wait, no? Better still, there were vegan cupcakes in the cafe, located in the foyer. And to prove myself worthy of citizenship, I supported the local economy and bought one, of course.

Oh the joy.

Took this one on my phone; it is breathtaking...