There are days when I’m amazing.
Days when the birds chirp and the sun shines and angels are singing the hallelujah chorus on clouds that are dancing across the sky….
…. and mice are making dresses for me to go to the ball
Those are the days when I go all Dr. Seuss and tell myself that I have brains in my head and feet in my shoes and I can steer myself any direction I choose.
Those days are incredible.
And then there are the other 361 days of the year.
Last week I was in a ladies group at church and we were playing a get-to-know you game.
You know….the ones where you’re given a list of things a person might be good at and you have to travel the group with a pen and the list in your hand and ask random people if they have ever been on the tennis team or lived in another country or played a musical instrument.
Scheduled awkward fun.
And there I was in the midst of the group telling everyone that I knew how to play the flute and signing papers right and left….
….when all of a sudden one of the women stopped mid-game and looked at me with a wide-eyed stare.
“You….” she said with a gasp. “It’s you. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
I wish I could tell you that I get that a lot.
But I don’t.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for that signature,” she said as she stared at me.
“Me?” I said with confusion. “You’ve been looking for my signature?”
“Yes,” she said with conviction. (And here’s the part where she paused with super dramatic emphasis). “I’ve been looking everywhere for that signature because it’s on a card in the church library…..
….on a book that’s a year overdue.”
A book that was a year over-due?
I apologized profusely like someone should who has a book that’s been overdue for a year and told her I would not sleep or eat another piece of broccoli or rest until I had found the missing book.
And I did.
Find it that is.
But as much as I wish it did….
….the story doesn’t end there.
So Sunday morning I ran to the library with the book tucked under my arm. I proudly walked in the door and extended the book to her with great flourish and fanfare.
“Here it is,” I said excitedly. “Here’s the missing book. I’m so sorry it’s so late. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
She looked at the book.
She looked at me.
Then she shook her head and I think I heard an audible sigh. “That’s not the book I was talking about. The one with the card and the signature…that’s another book,” she said. Then she looked a little more closely at the book I was holding and smiled. “But we’re glad you brought this one back. It’s so overdue…
….that we gave up all hope and threw the card away.”
See what I mean?
I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried.
Those other 361 days can be a little challenging. 🙂
PS If stories about overdue library books aren’t your thing. Let’s still be friends and just call this post….
…..How To Decorate a Bookcase. 🙂