So, one of the lesser, but still present, of the variety of sucky things that have been going on in my life in this past little while is that I appeared to have lost a library book. I had gone to my local public library for the first time in quite some while just as I was getting sick, in order to stock up on fiction books to read while sick, and when it came time to return the lot of them in early September, along with The Omnivore's Dilemma
which I'd had on hold for ages before my name finally came to the top of the list a little while after I'd checked those out, there was one I couldn't find. I looked all over, but it was nowhere to be found.
's reorganization of my apartment, I asked her if she remembered seeing it anywhere, but she did not recall seeing any library book in a different location from the others. And I couldn't remember when or where I'd last seen it anyway. So I searched more, on repeated occasions, but still no luck.
I even considered doing the turning-a-glass-upside-down-for-the-
fairies thing (a symbolic way of promising them a drink if they'll
give back what they stole
help you find something), but for some reason didn't get around to it, which in retrospect may have been my subconscious trying to tell me something.
Anyway, today I had to go to the library because the other Michael Pollan book I'd been waiting for, In Defence of Food,
had finally come in, but I still didn't know what to do about the missing book, or whether they'd let me take out the book I'd waited months for if I had one out that was overdue.
So I set about searching really
thoroughly -- looking under furniture, climbing up on the stepladder to look at places way up high, pulling things out from the wall to look behind them, even opening boxes in case it had fallen into one somehow... and still
no luck. I ended up sitting down on my bed in frustration and racking my brain to try and think where I'd last seen it. Had I been reading it in bed when I was sick? Had I ever put it back with the others? It was hard to remember, because it was the first one of the lot that I'd read, before I'd even checked out The Omnivore's Dilemma...
And it was right about then that a sudden light exploded in my head: I had finished reading it before
I'd checked out The Omnivore's Dilemma.
Which meant before
the last time I'd been to the library. Which meant that, quite possibly, where it had been hiding all this time that it was "missing" was back on the fucking shelves on the library, because I had already returned it.
I wasn't 100% sure, but it seemed like a distinct, if embarrassing possibility, so when I went to the library to get In Defence of Food
and another book that caught my eye while I was there, I asked the guy who checked them out for me "Um, this might sound weird, but do I have any other books checked out right now?"
He looked at the computer and said "Nope, just these two."
So. All that time
I had been stressing about the missing book and tearing up my apartment looking for it, and the book was back at the library
the whole time. That is equal parts relieving and embarrassing, I think. Now I know why the little ceramic fairy by my desk has been giving me that "What fools these mortals be" look lately.
. . .
I should add: fear not, Moogie, I did not undo all your organizational work. Everything I moved or opened to look in/on/behind/under it got put back where it had been.
. . .
I should also add: I do not intend to give the impression with the opening line of this post, or other random bits of kvetching I have done lately, that my life is nothing but non-stop suckage. In most respects my life is actually pretty non-sucky. All instances of suckage are localized and, hopefully, temporary.