The day started with a luncheon of the Dump Trump ladies. Sadly, our fearless leader, Joan, was unable to join us, too exhausted after a long trip back from Southern California. We soldiered on, though. It was not until I returned home to read my email that I learned that "You are aware that 'political' groups are forbidden to be gathered at URC." I would hardly call us a political group, but it bothers me that in this PC era, so many people are afraid to speak negatively about Trump. This is the man who will be THE MOST POWERFUL MAN IN THE WORLD and represent our country for at least the next four years when he is inaugurated in a week and it bothers me that we are afraid to say anything negative about him. Or as an internet friend said yesterday about a luncheon she had attended, "I asked them to lay off the talk of Trump (we all agree but I'm just so tired of people analyzing his personality)."
I saw my therapist this week and asked her if her business had risen since the election and she said definitely and that so many people are depressed now that he has been elected.
I walked back to my car with a friend and when we approached where I had parked, I could see that the trunk was not closed. I checked and it didn't look like anything was missing (but then, other than reusable bags and water there isn't much in the trunk to begin with). I checked the inside of the car and discovered that all of our CDs were missing. I couldn't imagine a Gilbert & Sullivan thief (since that's all the CDs were), but there was a police cruiser nearby and I went to report the theft. He said he was "on a case" and couldn't talk to me, but suggested I go on line and file an incident report.
When I got home, I asked Walt if he had removed the CDs, and he said that he did before he took the car in for servicinglast week. So no theft after all. Which was good because I had left my Samsung Tablet in the car, but it was still there, under my coat.
The day at Logos was busy, but less emotional. There are only 3 more work days before I leave Logos and I was feeling "short timer's syndrome." There were lots of customers, but I'll just hit the more interesting ones. The first actually was not a customer but a guy in a Seattle's Best Coffee shirt who came in, carrying a bag. He set the bag down on a chair then came to the desk and said all he needed was a bookmark. He took a bookmark out of our vase where they sit, got his bag and left again.
A mom with two grown daughters came in, all three browsing. Each bought a book. Mom bought a book on Hummel figures. One daughter bought a book on the history of the horse and the other bought a biography of Walt Disney.
A guy from the music store around the corner found a barbain book he liked, so plunked the book down on the desk while he went back to the store and got money.
Another guy bought a bargain book for $1 but only had a $20 so left a $4 tip. "It's only fair," he said.
A couple of people from Friends of the Public Library came in to measure the back room for shelves they are going to build there.
An old woman with an ankle-length skirt, oversized shoes, a sweater, and knit cap, using a cane took a book out of the front window and sat down at a table to read it. She was there a long time then brought the book to the desk. It was a book on vintage Vietnamese cars and she wanted to know if we had the "American version." When I said we did not, she left. $1 was too much to spend, I guess!
A woman was looking for a copy of "The Little Prince" and while helping her look, I had a major dizzy spell and had to hang onto the bookcase. I think it was because I was bent over with my head tilted to one side. When I started to walk to the desk, I had to grab quickly for the desk. But as soon as I sat down I was fine, with no recurrence.
My friend came in at 4;30 and bought a book on the Asian art museum in San Francisco. He helped the lady with the Vietnamese car book to put it back on the outside shelves.
A guy bought a book by Gregory Benford which he said he had somewhere in hardback, but didn't know where it was. I wondered if Benford was related to Harry Benford, who wrote the definitive Gilbert & Sullivan encyclopedia. But from what I can glean from Wikipedia, they are not related.
A woman came in to find out if there will be some sort of goodbye celebration when Peter and Susan leave. Susan says "Lord, no!" and that her end of store party was the one she had for the volunteers in December.
A Latino looking man with a Cornell sweatshirt bought the worls of Aristotle, a book in Spanish, and a book from the literature section.
A lady in Puss in Boots boots bought "Ulysses" and H.G. Wells' "The Time machine."
A colorful guy in an electric blue jacket that had like slashes in the sleeves which showd red, yellow and orange in the slash parts came in. He also had a hat with muted rainbow colors and a cane.
When he took off his jacket and hat, he looked more normal. He was still browsing when I left at 6, but had already stacked up two books on Van Gogh, a book called "Gross National Happiness" (a nice complement to the book I was reading, "The Geography of Bliss," about a man's hunt for the happiest place on earth), "Analysis and Valuation of Retail Locations," "Mastering French," "Larousse French Dictionary," a book of German Art, a Philip Pearlstein retrospective (lots of nude watercolors). I don't know what his final total was, but he definitely was loading up!
A guy also came in with a big "bag of cool books" to donate. He said his late wife was a librarian and got special books. I didnt look to see what was in the bag, but it was definitely heavy.
Came home to cook the first Blue Apron dinner I've cooked in two weeks. The nice thing about Blue Apron shrimp dishes is they are loaded with shrimp.