I washed my hair today. Which was good because it had been about a week
\nsince the last time I did. It doesn’t get as icky after that amount of time
\nin the arid climate of Colorado, but by the time I returned to the South, it
\nwas obviously past its time.<\/p>\n
Because of this, my hair was down when I went to school to return a book to
\nthe library. Instead of getting my grades, I got a little card in the mail
\nsaying I had a problem with the library. I called them this afternoon when I
\ngot up and found out that they couldn’t find a book I’d checked out for my
\nresearch paper. I’d checked out a bunch of books for that paper from UM and
\nthe public library. A pile that reached past my knee when stacked up, as a
\nmatter of fact. I’d returned them all after the paper got turned in. Well,
\nMOST of them. I found one under the seat of my car this morning after
\ntalking to the library people on the phone and discovering that a book was
\nstill missing.<\/p>\n
I called Mark before I left, since I talked to him on the phone last night
\nsaying I might come see him at school the next day. Leaving a message on his
\nvoice mail, I drove off for school, wondering how the heck I’d find him.
\n He’s in a new trailer (the girls live in dorms, the guys in cottages and
\ntrailers), and I had no idea which one. But as I prepared to get out of my
\ncar in front of the library, he approached my vehicle. “Hi!” I said, opening
\nmy door. Brad followed up behind him. “Jonah,” breathed Brad, “You look
\nlike a chick.” I guess I did with my hair down and shorts and white Nikes
\non. “Nice legs,” he added. “Nice legs,” Mark concurred. “Thank you.” “I
\nwas expecting the jeans, flannel shirt,” commented Brad. “Yeah, well it’s
\nhot today,” I answered putting my purse with checkbook inside over my
\nshoulder. “You’ve even got a purse today,” Brad continued.<\/p>\n
We went in to the library. “This is late,” I said sliding the book to the
\nlady across the counter. It was indeed almost two weeks late. She and the
\nworkstudy looked in vain for its card. Then the lady who’s like second in
\ncommand over there came over to help. She found the card where she’d pulled
\nit waiting for me to call back. Satisfied, she crossed out my name on a bad
\nlist and marked some other things. “Okay,” she said looking up at me.
\n “That’s it?” I asked. “Yes, we won’t make you pay a fine. We’re just glad
\nto have it back.” “Cool,” I smiled. “Now run before I change my mind,” she
\nordered. I left the library quickly with Mark and Brad in tow.<\/p>\n
We went over to Mark’s trailer. Girls aren’t allowed inside, but he lives so
\nfar back now that no one notices. It’s pretty nice with a full kitchen.
\n Brad and I talked about relationships and meaning while Mark played
\nalternative music tunes on the classical guitar he checked out of the music
\ndept. Then he went to eat at the snack shop and I had to go home and cook
\ndinner.<\/p>\n
In other news a quest I’ve held for a couple of years now finally came to
\ncompletion. I’d been searching for the perfect chocolate chess pie recipie
\nand found it tonight, quite inadvertantly. What I really wanted was a
\nchocolate chip pie recipe, so I flipped through cookbooks radomly trying to
\nfind one. My mom has a whole cabinet dedicated to cook books, most of them
\ngifts she never uses. I finally cried out in triumph as I flipped to the
\ncorrect page. As I rolled out the pie crust, my mom asked what I was making.
\n I refused to say, as always. My brother, who is fairly perceptive, didn’t
\nask but came over to the cookbook and started reading off the ones on the
\npage. “Chocolate chess?” he wondered allowed. “Chocolate chess?! Where!” I
\ndemanded. There, right above the one for the chocolate chip pie, it was.
\n Since the pie crust recipie is for two crusts, I made one of each. We had
\nthe chess tonight. And it was good. Real good. I’m happy with it, and
\nquite satisfied with myself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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