On a quest for literacy

So this weekend I went to see Crash. We arrived in the area of the theater early, so we browsed through a bookstore. It's been some time since I've bought a book -- at least three months. I just can't stomach paying the outrageous prices they charge now for hardcovers though. Then I remembered that part of the appeal of my apartment is that it is within walking distance of the public library. Add to this the fact that the sun has decided to make an extended appearance this week and the fact that I got off work at 6:00. Well, it was just an outing in the making.

I ran into my apartment as quickly as possible so that I could change into something more casual (and cooler). I remembered to grab a tote bag on my way out the door to carry my finds home in. As I strolled along, I was greatly tempted to join the other fine residents of the People's Republic who were enjoying a cold one. Then I remembered I was on a mission. Not more than a block later I was tempted to stop to go shopping. Then I remembered my empty wallet and decided to continue on my way.

I finally reached the library only to discover that most of the books I wanted had already been checked out. I didn't leave empty-handed though; I got three. Even more important I got the first library card I've had in about ten years.

On my way back home, I remembered to stop in the Indian restaurant that's about three blocks away. I desperately needed a takeout menu because they deliver. (Yes, I realize they are only three blocks away and I could easily walk there. I've gotten my exercise for the week though. I did take the stairs in the library up to the fourth floor and back down.) Across the street is a taqueria. I was tempted to stop there too. Finally as I neared home, I saw a sign up at the French bistro around the corner from me. They now have cafe service in the morning. Guess what they're serving? That's right -- pain au chocolat. One day I'm just going to head out and eat my way through the neighborhood.