Today is Sarah’s 13,149 day on our lovely marble. Yes, you’re quite right: that’s a lot of days. Not so many days as I’ve been here, as she likes to point out. Repeatedly. So I shall spend this day reminding her of just how many days 13,149 is. It seems only fair.
But, the point is, here’s to the next 13,149. And many more.
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I have a co-worker who, after about 25 years here at the library, is retiring.
I arrived a little early to his retirement party, digital camera in hand. Standing around, milling about, I found myself at the snacks counter (as one often does), and talking with one of our co-workers (as one often does). Having found me at the snacks counter, he started giving me a hard time: I obviously hadn’t come to show support or say goodbye and good luck to our friend — I’d just come for the free food.
“Yeah,” I said, holding up the camera. “There isn’t even any film in this camera.”
(It’s OK: it took him a couple of minutes, too.)
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Rowan was pretending to be a magical princess. A princess so magical that she could make appear any and all girl-things that her sister might wish for. Or any and all boy-things that her father might wish for.
Any? Any.
And all? And all.
Good. Right. So, world peace, then, please Rowan.
“Um, what’s ‘world peace,’ Daddy?”
“Well, you know, we live on the Earth, our world. And people argue and fight and don’t get along. This happens. Just like when you and sister fight. ‘World peace’ is when nobody on the world is fighting.”
“Or,” she says, very thoughtfully. “You could wish for a peanut butter sandwich.”
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