Monday

Monday has come and gone, it was a dilly of a day. Mondays always seem to be the busiest day of the week here. We had a steady stream of patrons all day. The Internet computers were book solid by 1pm.

Summers bring us a variety of interesting people, we are on the edge of the lake area of Minnesota and have our fair share of tourists stopping in to both look at the building and e-mail home. One gentleman was bicycling across country to Seattle, stopped in to blog about his trip so far. Another lady was from British Columbia and needed to e-mail home, she was visiting relatives here.

We are also the closest library to Camp Ripley and get a lot of Army personnel coming in. It warmed my heart to see one of our young guards come in to see us today. He lives in our area and we were the second place he went after arriving home yesterday from Iraq, the first being home to visit his family. He has been coming to our library for years and is a familiar face around here. He laughed and said he had to stop and see his second family, the library staff.
Everyone was happy to see him home safe and in one piece.

The summer reading program is moving along nicely we had several children finish today. Hooray! We always have at least one activity per week for the kids to do, this week we have a mystery box with two holes for your hands, inside there are 6 items from the kitchen that you need to id by feel. One young man worked on that for 30 minutes, now that is determination.

At closing time tonight, as we were locking the doors, there was a little boy about 8 standing outside the door. He was waiting for his parents to pick him up. I always worry when parents are late to pick up a child. We talked to him awhile and asked him if he had called his parents and was sure they were coming to get him. He said yes, but he seemed a little scared. Rose and I talked a bit and she said she would wait in her car until his parents came, he seemed a bit relieved to know he was not there alone. Sometimes parents forget, that when you are small, it's very frightening to wait alone and wonder if they have forgotten you. Children are not little adults they are children.