I have just discovered that by hitting ‘Enter’ while holding down the shift key I can start a line directly below my present line
like this instead of double-spacing my paragraphs
like WordPress normally does.
This will be
nice the next time I write
“Libraries are just civilized. They are just a part of civilized society, and we need one.”
This was Scottie’s Dad.
Scottie, who got his political sensibilities nearly as much from his libertarian friend Fred as from his own Father, disagreed.
“It’s $200.00 per family per year more on their property taxes. Why should non-library users be forced to pay that?” Apparently a majority of his fellowtownsmen feel the same because this town has steadfastly refused to pay a library tax and now if we want library priveleges the non-residential cards are going up to $200.00 per year in 2009. My MIL got in under the line and was able to get me one for considerably less, as a Christmas present, so now I have access to one library.
I think a library can be funded through a combination of taxes, tax breaks, donations and fines, and that we could start one in the back of a truck and then when it got too big we could rent one of these empty storefronts.
But I’m not likely to be deciding the issue so I’m just grateful I have a card for a year.
Johnny and I went to the library for the first time today, and as we read preschool books I discovered that he knows all his numbers to ten and the sounds of all the letters, not including long sounds of vowels.
I’m not proud. I’m not excited. I’m perfectly prepared, and always have been, to accept the fact that my child is normal and average. I have never had designs on his future and frankly this does nothing to change that.
I can’t help wondering, of course, whether, if I treat words the same way I treated letters, he might be reading by his third birthday. I know people have taught their children to read at three and it always seemed impossible.
My curiosity on this point is purely academic. I just wonder.
After all, it’s a matter of natural inclination, and doing things for the sake of delight. I’m determined that Johnny will read for the delight of it, and not to feed my parental ambitions.
And then he’ll probably read Greek and Latin and Russian for the delight of it. Maybe a little Chinese, a dash of Italian. Why not French while he’s at it? Just to see if he can do it, you know. That way when he graduates from Oxford I can send him to woo the wife I’ll have picked out for him in the langauge of romance.