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Lots of parking

By Sarah Davis

From to time to time our parking lot becomes completely full when we have an event or popular program. Fortunately we have an agreement with HEB that allows our employees, volunteers and patrons to park in the nearby parking lot; the same holds true with Chapel in the Hills.

A library in Austin recently opened after many delays to the tune of $125 million dollars. That’s $5 million over budget for a 198,000 square foot library that is funded by bonds. It does have many amenities such as a restaurant and cooking demo area, but no programs for senior adults, and they charge for parking after the first 30 minutes -- up to $7.

The Wimberley Village Library is supported by donors, The Friends of the Wimberley Village Library and ½ of 1% of the sales tax from Wimberley. The library is in the process of fundraising and designing a new building for you. For that we need your help and support in this effort. Please consider becoming a monthly donor.  Go to Wimberleylibrary.org. Click on “donate” in the right-hand corner. You will be part of the Wimberley Village Library monthly givers, and we will be that much closer to a newer library and a bigger parking lot!

 And we promise, we will never charge for parking!

Listen up!

It seems intuitive: Taking notes in college classes with a laptop will make you a better student.
It's not.
Actually, new research shows that students who take notes in classes using a laptop do worse.
If he'd thought about it, Daniel Kahneman, who wrote "Thinking, Slow and Fast," would probably have made this point before anyone thought to research it. That's because what goes into a laptop during a college lecture does not also go into the brain that's directing the typing.
I mean, you can type without thinking. I know. I have done it.
So, it's entirely possible to translate a lecture into a Word document during a class and never understand or comprehend a word of it. You're just a robot.
Robots don't tend to do well on tests.
And they don't graduate from college.
Don't be a robot. Put down the laptop. Take up the pen and paper. Succeed!

'Tis the season

I had a friend in Wichita Falls whose family had a very interesting Thanksgiving/Christmas season tradition.
When everyone would get together, they'd sit down and watch "It's a Wonderful Life" with Donna Reed and James Stewart, that old post-WWII film by Frank Capra that celebrated what a difference just one man could make in a community. It's a sappy movie, and one I would never watch over and over again.
But, this friend's family did so, and they had done so for so many years that most of them know all the parts by heart.
I could imagine them sitting around drinking wine and intoning the parts of the Clarence the Angel and the bar owner and the cop and, of course, George and Mr. Potter. To me, that would have been fun for about five minutes.
Well ... as they say, to each his own.
And now, in keeping with that philosophy, it's time to announce that we now have our Christmas movies out of the closet and ready to be checked out!

Now showing ...

Retailers across America couldn't wait until after Thanksgiving to start the Christmas season.
Neither could we.
Thus, we pulled all our Christmas movies out of the closet and there they sit out front of the circulation desk ready for you to pick one up and take it home and get really immersed in seasonal cheer.
People are already checking them out.
I am not and probably will not.
I've burned out on just about any Christmas movie you can think of, but in particular I have seen it so many times that I will never again watch "It's a Wonderful Life." I will not watch anything with Scrooge in it. No Chipmunks. No Charlie Brown. No Grinch. No Little Drummer Boy.
If you love all those things, I don't disparage that. I wish you well and holiday cheer and merry ha-ha, etc.
I just can't bear to watch.

Thanksgiving 1970

I'd never before cooked a turkey when I volunteered to do just that for two of my roommates in the bachelor officers quarters at Fort Harrison, Indiana, in the fall of 1970.
I didn't have a clue, but my wife did, and she was accessible by phone from her parents' home in Houston where she was waiting to see when I might be shipped out to Vietnam.
The BOQ had a stove and a minimalist kitchen that was supposed to be shared by about 12 guys. The other nine were gone, thank goodness, so 1LT Sims, 2LT Leader and myself, also a tender 2LT, had the facilities all to ourselves -- and we had a store-bought turkey that I bragged I could prepare just like their moms while we were enjoying some drinks at the officers club.
Armed with what I figured was all the information I'd need, gleaned in an early day phone call to Houston, I buttered up the turkey and plopped in an oven that might not have been fired up since the end of World War II.
Many minutes later, perhaps hours, the kitchenette started emitting an aroma that was very unturkey-like, and I began to worry that perhaps we should start drinking plenty of beer and chasers just to give the air and our cuisine a patina of authentic grandma goodness.
At the appointed moment I pulled our dinner out of the oven, and it actually smelled like something identifiable but clearly unturkey like: it reminded me of a barracks at Fort Benning, Georgia, circa July 1969.
I pretended not to notice, but pretty soon we were going to have to eat the thing.
It was then that I found that our turkey had a butt end, something I had not noticed before. As I investigated, I discovered a bag of body parts, the apparent source of what made this fowl foul.
I called my wife.
After she had a good laugh, she explained the bird would still be edible.
 Turned out that none of us liked turkey that much. Not just that turkey; any turkey.
I still don't.
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