Today I went to my Tuesday evening Bible study. We hold it in a side room at a coffee shop in the River Side area of town. It’s a somewhat up-scale part of town, lots of single family dwellings lining the river and the parks folded into the bends of the river. As I approached the coffee shop, I noticed, that although I was only 5 minutes early, there was nobody at our usual glass table. Then I realized that it was Monday. So, I figured I’d do something with my life other than go home and scroll through webcomics. I went to a nearby park, and looked at the native animals (mostly birds, a few turtles, a bobcat even!). They keep them in this big cage box near the edge of the park. There were kids playing in the water-fountain-and-sprayer section of the park. I didn’t join them, but set off in search of the local library. I found it, near the Convention Center and some lots that are being torn up (either to put in some parking, or an arena the local government’s good ol’ boys have been itching for—a smaller-than promised arena for a sales tax that has gone on longer-than-promised,,anyway…) I found the library and go myself a library card. It seemed like a good place—the central branch among many all over town. Too bad it’s on the short-list for being replaced with a casino. Will someone please think of the children? ….who’s schools will get all this money from the casino so they can, say, learn math better.
They said that the first time, I could only check out two books, and once I returned them, I could check out more. So, I chose C.S. Lewis’s Boxen, and a guide for homeowners who wanted energy independance.
I was almost home when I remembered I had wanted to check the local grocery store’s dumpster, since I am trying to move toward anti-establishmentism. But alas, they had a stupid compactor bin. So I drove home without. I’m kinda hungry.
Here is a place by my apartment that could really use a rain garden
Should I ask permission, or just do it?
