"Nothing is worth more than this day."

The Phillies lost their voice today.

And what was I doing? Taking this amusing picture of cats underneath the birdhouses.



Actually, I was tracking down another potential job. It's at another coffeehouse off of the red brick sidewalk in college town Selinsgrove, and they happen to be looking for someone exactly like me. So I jumped in my truck and hauled my ass over there to talk with the owner.

I've been at the Kind Cafe several times before over the years. It's one of those places that usually displays artwork from locals on the walls. And it's right across the street from my favorite antiquarian bookshop - D.J.Ernst Books.

With my "usual" double shot Americano, I absolutely had to go in the bookstore and I was excited to find the same man still working there for as long as I can remember. I've always wished I could sit and have a long intelligent conversation about literature with him.

As I was perusing he said, "You're doing a good job." For as tiny of a bookstore it is, I have been browsing for a long time. I turn to where he's sitting behind the counter and innocently ask, "What's that?"

"You're doing a good job looking at every title."

"Well, I don't want to miss anything."

At that point he changed the 40's crooner-type music to something more bluesy, telling me he "wants to play all his cassette tapes before they rot."

You gotta love this guy. And I cleared off some space on his shelves by the time I left with a nice paper bag full of books. I think my next project is to reorganize my now filled bookcases... *she casually states, but unable to control the enormous grin that immediately encroached her lips*