Snicket on tap..

My first day of freedom.
Ahhhhh!

Nothing to do. No place to be.

So I escaped to the elementary school library. There is something so healing for me in the peaceful walls filled with books. Preparing the new books for placement in the hands of eager (or not so eager) young readers is exciting for me. I go there to relax and clear my head.

Which is where I found this book.
"Horseradish - Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid" by Lemony Snicket.
The same guy who wrote "A Series of Unfortunate Events". Which I never read. Or watched when it was made into a movie.

This book, "Horseradish" is a compilation of bright thoughts from the author. I'll share a few now and save more for later.
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Having a personal philosophy is like having a pet marmoset, because it may be very attractive when you acquire it, but there may be situations when it will not come in handy at all.
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Taking one's chances is like taking a bath, because sometimes you end up feeling comfortable and warm, and sometimes there is something terrible lurking around that you cannot see until it is too late and you can do nothing else but scream and cling to a plastic duck. (Ain't that the truth? How many times in this life have I felt like that?)
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It is one of the peculiar truths of life that people often say things that they know full well are ridiculous. If someone asks you how you are, for example, you might automatically say "Fine, thank you." when in fact you have just failed an examination or been trampled by an ox. A friend might tell you, "I've looked everywhere in the world for my keys," when you know that they have actually only looked in a few places in the immediate area. Once I said to a woman I loved very much, "I'm sure that this trouble will end soon, and you and I will spend the rest of our lives together in happiness and bliss," when I actually suspected that things were about to get much worse.
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It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.
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And here is one of my favorites from the book...
I'm sure you have heard it said that appearance does not matter so much, and that it is what's on the inside that counts. This is, of course, utter nonsense, because if it were true then people who were good on the inside would never have to comb their hair or take a bath, and the whole world would smell even worse than it already does.

Odd humor and different ways of looking at life.
YEP, right up my alley. :D