Last week a sweet older couple, who recently moved to the area, visited the library for the first time. They asked the usual questions and received a library card. They both thanked me for my gracious help, and the gentleman tipped his hat to me upon leaving (upon reflection, I *think it was an tractor-ish ball cap, but I'm not sure). Such Southern gentlemen are rare anymore, and it was quite refreshing. It made me smile the remainder of the afternoon, and I haven't forgotten it.
This afternoon another older gentleman came in for the first time, needing some papers faxed, and his odd voice (I can't describe it - it was odd and higher-pitched and shaky of sorts, resembling an actors voice from something I can't place) and sweet manners made it easy to assist him, wonderful as it always is to help the friendly folk. I wasn't the one helping him when his fax was complete, and when I returned to the front desk my coworker told me he'd left two quarters beyond his paper cost, with the request to "tell that nice young lady to buy herself a soda." She said she didn't say anything, though of course, fifty cents isn't enough to buy a soda here. (I also rarely drink sodas, only Sprite when I feel under the weather-ish.) I put the money in the donation jar, and we both laughed over the experience.
Tonight upon checking the mail I got out of the post office box on my way home, I found an unexpected letter telling me I qualify for a Presidential scholarship at a local community college. Upon examination of the description in the online catalog of such scholarships, I wonder how they think I do. In my class of six there were no officers or honors awarded, and the only thing they have is my ACT score.
One of my friends at church asked me after service tonight for book recommendations to read to her young children, so the next few days I'm going to be compiling a list of books I love, and ones I own she could borrow. I'm going to enjoy sharing my favorites.
Book-themed entry to come soon.