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TODAY AT LOGOS
18 April 2014
When I got to Logos today, Sandy, back from her long vacation, shared that last week, it was 3 p.m. before she called Susan to ask where I was. Susan had forgotten she was going to cover for me! Fortunately, Sandy was having a good time anyway.
Things were kind of slow as I set up the iPad I'd brought (to check Abbie, who is, as of this writing, still pregnant). I forgot to bring either my VanGogh book or the Robert Ludlum book I'm also reading. I also forgot my cell phone. But I could get on the internet with the iPad, which was good.
An old guy came in holding a bargain book and asked if we had music or art books. I directed him appropriately and he spent a long time browsing, but in the end left with just the $1 bargain book.
A round woman came in asking if we had art history books. I told her where to look and she asked if we had a public bathroom. When I said we did not she said "Oh well, I work at the art museum next door; I guess I'll just go there" and left without looking at any books.
Since I had neglected to bring something from home to read, I picked up Mark Twain's "Roughing It in the Sandwich Islands," a very short book but fascinating. It had pictures at the end of things Twain would have seen when he spent four months in the Sandwich Islands. I showed them to Walt (who grew up on Oahu) when he picked me up.
I was so absorbed I almost didn't notice severasl customers who came in. One tall, heavy set man came in with a sylpyhlike woman who came up to about his chest. The guy shuffled around the shelves for about 25 minutes and ultimately bought nothing, and both of them left.
A woman I had not seen enter popped out of the stacks with copies of "Shakespeare and Me" and "Committed," a book about marriage.
In the meantime, a Sheldon (of Big Bang Theory) geeky type came in wearing a big backpack and a frozen banana t-shirt. I half expected him to buy something nerdy, but he purchased a copy of "Zorba the Greek" and another similar style book. He said "whenever I want a book, I always come here."
A woman rushed in the door, went off to the side, and was back in a minute with a sign. She was buying an 11-volume set of O. Henry books, nicely bound and was SO enthusiastic about it. She said she loves books -- loves looking at them, loves smelling them, loves reading them. She assured me that while some might take this set of books home to display on a shelf, she fully intended to read them all.
A woman with a body type like mine, but probably not quite as large came in. Reminder to self: don't ever wear shorts out in public!!! I smiled and said hello, but she ignored me, then came and asked if we had fiction. I showed here where the fiction books were. She was looking for a book by Nicholas Sparks, didn't find it, and left.
Rainbow Girl came in next, wearing striped rainbow leggings, a black and white striped short-short skirt and a top with drawings of flowers on it. She was sneezing. I thought perhaps it was because of pollen in the flowers in her short.
She wandered around for a long time and then a husky guy wearing orange shorts and a green shirt, with legs looking like a Gaugin painting came in. He was apparently a friend of Rainbow girl.
I don't think either of them bought anything, but they were definitely colorful.
While they were there the very tall Mountain Man type who has been in before came in. He has a very long whilte beard and shoulder length white hair, but he's more a John Muir type than a Santa type. He always wears a fisherman's type cap and soft jeans. He was in the back for so long I thought he had left, but he eventually came up with a book of Native American Tales that he had been reading for a long time while he was out of my sight.
A business man with a briefcase came in and in short order had purchased a book of essays. The cash register decided to jam at this point and it took a long time to ring up his order, but after I had unplugged it and plugged it back in again, all was fine.
Two middle-eastern looking women came in. The older one was all in basic black with a beautiful rose-colored design and wearing a hijab, but clunky very white athletic shoes with pink soles. She looked for a long time at the cookbooks and asked if we had books on knitting. In the meantime the other women, whom I decided must be her daughter, who was dressed like everyone else in Western clothing was looking through the children's room and bought a Thomas the Train book.
A Tall young woman in black leather skinny jeans and jacket (isn't she HOT today??) had two large bags, one on each shoulder. She reminded me of Prentiss on Criminal Minds, but not as severe looking.
Another regular came in. This is a short, thin guy with a goatee who also wears a fisherman-style hat. He tells me he's an antiquarian. I remember the very old book he showed me a couple of weeks ago. Today he bought one of our "old" books (for $6). He had just purchased a pocket bible printed in the early 1800s. It was in such teeny print that you could hardly tell that those were words there. He also showed me a Greek coin from 325 BC. He was on his way to sell that, since he says he's ready to start divesting himself of some of his collection. He said he could get about 55% of what he originally paid for this coin (45% for wear and tear). I don't know how much he paid for it originally, but there was a sign for $1600 on the box.
A guy came in with a bag of children's books to donate. I didn't realize how many of them there were until I started looking at titles and realized that they are very thin books. There must have been 50 of them. There was one about a frog playing t-ball, so I pulled that out for Bri.
Another guy came in with two books, plunked them down on the table and said to tell Peter they were from Tom ("but he will probably know that already.")
A girl came in and wherever she stood, she was doing stretching exercises. Arms, legs, head rolls. Then she'd move to another spot and stretch some more. I actually thought she had left because I hadn't seen her in a long time, but I found her reading at the front table. She asked if we had any dance books, and stretched in front of that bookcase. She finally left after purchasing "The Art of Pickling."
My friend arrived at 4:45, late for him. He said he missed me last week. This week he bought a book of Klimt paintings and, again, gave me correct change. I think he's doing this deliberately to keep me from being embarrassed by the mistakes I always make trying to make change for him. I am grateful.
I watched Abbie off and on all afternoon and watched Karen cleaning her stall.
A woman came in with a big donation in a straw basket. She had three more loads to bring in, but I couldn't help her because I had several people in the store. Most of the books were the kinds I would read, but I didn't dare look through them. I suspect most of them will end up on the bargain table, since Peter doesn't have much respect for crime novels. As she left, she explained that her husband comes in to Logos and indicated that she doesn't usually.
My last customer of the day was a handsome African American woman with dredlocks who rushed in and asked if we had Nelson Mandela's biography, which we did not, so she left right away.
I was surprised when Susan arrived because I didn't realize that it was that late already. Walt was arriving too, Abbie was still pregnant and it was time to go home and feed the dogs.
PHOTO OF THE DAY
This is Abbie when she was a newborn.
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