I decided to trek to the library alone. Filling my arms with books people think I've already read but haven't, by Anne Lamott and Madeleine L'Engle. I also checked out four CDs: Fleet Foxes (both of them), The Allman Brothers Legendary Hits, and Fugees The Score.
It was Friends of the Library book sale day, so seeing as how I was in no rush to leave, I poked around and found the heaviest art books they had. I breathed a shelf and was in the college book store, buying my text books with my own money again. But in a blink I'm back, I'm not her anymore. Now I'm a mom and old. And I'll study art one way or the other. I buy The History of Art (823 heavy pages), American Realism, The Flag Paintings of Childe Hassam, Visual Shock, and Making Modernism, all for fifteen dollars. Oh, and a Batman comic for Carter. I could barely carry the bag out to my car, and when I got home made two trips inside.
Then I washed a load of towels for the third time because that's how many times I forgot to put them in the dryer.