This past weekend, Owen and I went to the theater to see X-Men: Apocalypse at Carmike Cinema in Oakdale. The “showtime” was 7:10. When I purchased the tickets at 7:00, the employee at the box office informed me that I was plenty early since the film didn’t actually start until after 7:30. You know there’s gonna be a lot of ads when employees have taken to warning patrons about the wait!
So Owen and I first peeked into the theater and, seeing plenty of open seats, we decided to walk around a bit and see what else was playing. With 16 screens pretty much everything you’d want to see was there: both sequels and remakes!
But wanting to get a good seat, after about 5 minutes we moseyed back into the theater and took our place. I let Owen pick the seats. Then I sat down to watch the movie.
But before the movie started we were first treated to…
-A Netflix ad
-A hotels.com ad
-An informative segment telling us to locate the exits
-An ad for Ice Age 12: Even crappier than the other 11
-A trailer for Jason Bourne 12
-An American Express commercial, in which Tina Fey impulse buys thousands of dollars at a fitness store, to show that she’s just like a regular person
-An ad for The Runner
-An ad for King of Queens 2: Kevin Can Wait
-An ad for Extra Gum
-An ad inviting us if we’d like to meet new people and kill them (aka, “The Air Force”)
-A Taco Bell ad that’s somehow supposed to entice us with a steak taco for $1.49
-A commercial for Starburst
-An ad for No Man Left Behind
-A State Farm ad in which a kid is riding his bike down the street and, when he lets go of the handlebars, there’s a disclaimer at the bottom that says – I kid you not – “do not attempt.”
-An ad for Mazda
-An ad for Verizon
-An ad for Geico
-An ad about the ads (which they call “Front + Center”)
-An ad for Chevy
-A reminder to find the exits, which was completely unnecessary since that’s all I’d been thinking about since the last exits reminder
-An ad reminding us that, while talking on our phones during a movie is obnoxious, using our phones to take pictures of the movie is illegal. Because even though talking in a movie is a bigger offense to most people, photographing the screen is a bigger offense to really rich people.
-An ad for Carmike Cinema…the very theater I was sitting in
-Another ad for Ice Age 12: The Squirrel and the Nut is Still Stupid
-An ad for The Secret Life of Pets (think Toy Story meets Bolt)
-An ad for The Suicide Squad
-Another ad for Jason Bourne
-An ad for Star Trek: The Search for Original Scripts
-An ad for Ghostbusters: Original, Evidently, Because Women
-An ad for Coca-Cola set to Queen’s “Under Pressure”
-An ad for Vitamin Water
-An ad for Carmike Cinema…the very cinema I have, by now, sworn to never attend again
-An ad for Coca-Cola which, I’m sure, raised the audience’s awareness of Coca-Cola by 0%
-And an blurb from the actress who plays Storm, telling us that lots of people are required to make movies.
…The movie probably started sometime after that, but it was getting late so we had to leave.
Just kidding. The flick finally commenced at 7:32. Or, at least, the Twentieth-Century Fox logo and an assortment of other financial contributors’ logos commenced.
I’m happy to announce that I am now a Return Visit! In case that makes no sense to you whatsoever, first, consider yourself lucky and, second, it’s a Jehovah’s Witness term. Basically, when Witnesses talk to people at their doors, if that person shows any interest in their message – and especially if that person agrees to take their publications – then the Witnesses write down the person’s name, address, and stuff like that, and then they come back a week or so later to talk again.
This particular man has actually stopped by at least twice since I first took his copy of The Watchtower but, both times, I was not home. Yesterday (Sunday morning), however, I was home. He was with another Witness and the three of us talked for about a half hour while Emmett played in the yard.
First, they handed me this magazine…
…then, they asked if I thought the bible was “just a good book.” I said no. Then he said, “Oh, so you think it’s more than just a good book?” Then I said, “No, I don’t even think it’s a good book.”
They asked why, and I listed off a lot of things – there are some very boring chunks, lots of it makes no sense, it contradicts itself in hundreds of places – but we ended up talking about one specific thing I don’t like about the bible: it contains lots of abhorrent violence.
The Witness told me that those disgusting acts of violence are in the bible to demonstrate how far humans have fallen from God. Then I corrected him and said, “No, I don’t mean the violence that humans just do to each other, I mean the violence – the rapes and murders – that God sanctions in the bible.”
At first, they didn’t really know what I meant, which makes me wonder if they’ve ever read the bible. They asked if I had anything specific in mind, so I mentioned both the Noachian Deluge and the wholesale destruction of the city of Sodom. I also mentioned the genocide in Canaan and the subjugation of women prisoners by “God’s People.”
Oddly, after listing off a few things, the other Witness opened her bible and red Isaiah 55:11, which says that God’s thoughts are higher than our thoughts, and so we don’t know the whole story. Then the man asked, “Don’t you think having a righteous, just ruler over all humanity is the best form of government?” I said, “No, I think the best form of government is that which allows all citizens to effect change, if that’s what they think is necessary.” I don’t think they really understood my answer, but then pointed out that the bible is really filled with lots of good things that help us appreciate the Creator. Then they mentioned sunsets and puppies as two things that show how beautiful and loving God is.
This was a really weird line of ‘reasoning,’ and I conceded that there are good things in the bible, and there is much beauty in the world. Nevertheless, I compared the god of the bible to several historical figures – I named off Thomas Jefferson, Mohandas Gandhi, and Martin Luther King – as three people that undoubtedly did much good for the world, but were also so deeply flawed that I could write a 20-page paper just touching on things wherein I disagree with them. “Jefferson was far, far from perfect,” I said, “And so, even though I like a lot of his ideas, I could never worship him. It’s the same thing with the god of the bible. Even if we agree – for argument’s sake – that He does exist and the He has done good things, I could never love – much less worship! – Him.”
On the topic of creation, I told them they were being selective in their evidence. I said that if we look at puppies as a way to inform us about the Creator, we must also look at the ichneumon fly, which lays its eggs in the brains of other insects. Then, when those eggs hatch, the larvae eat their host from the inside out, careful to keep it alive as long as possible while it suffers a slow, paralytic death. Then I asked: “What does that tell you about the Creator?” Then, before they could answer, I added, “Then there’s also the mosquitoes who spread disease, animals that hunt other animals, and even some animals that kill and eat their own young.”
The woman then shared a scripture with me saying that, with God, all things are good. I started to say that using the New Testament to prove the Old Testament is a bit like using Empire Strikes Back to prove Return of the Jedi, but the man stepped in and told me that, ever since humans sinned, the world has spun out of control. “God is letting people do what they want to show how much they need God,” he said. He then noted that we have no way of knowing how this affects the animals. For example, since we hunt them, they need to defend themselves.
So I scrapped my Star Wars analogy and instead just stared at them for a few seconds. “Wait,” I said, “I’m not sure I follow you. You’re saying that because Adam and Eve sinned, that’s why some insects lay eggs inside the brains of other insects?”
“Possibly,” he said. “We just don’t know. We have to wait on Jehovah.”
“Okay,” I said, “I can understand that, if Adam and Eve didn’t want God, that God would say, ‘All right, just do what you want then,’ and that’s why we have murder and rape and war and pollution and child abuse…but I’m not sure I follow you that, because Adam and Eve sinned, we now have animals doing terrible things to each other. And what about earthquakes and volcanoes and tsunamis? Why are there birth defects? Why cancer?”
“Well, a number of those things are caused by humans. Like birth defects can be caused by leading an unhealthy lifestyle.”
“Yeah, but that only explains some of them. A lot are simply random. And, anyway, what about the other stuff?”
“Humans cause all that stuff.”
“Wait, what? What do humans do that cause earthquakes?”
He then spoke for about two minutes straight about how we don’t know what some corporations are doing. Some pollute the earth, clearly, and this leads to global warming – man’s fault, not God’s. I asked if they understood the difference between human-caused suffering (eg, rape) and randomly bad things that happen because we live in an environment almost completely hostile to us (eg, volcanoes). “Corporations,” he said.
“What possible corporation in ancient Egypt, 3,000 years ago, did something to the Earth that caused volcanoes?”
He said he didn’t know. We’d have to wait to find out.
“Maybe,” I said, giving them a huge benefit of doubt. “But in the meantime, why would I be drawn to worship someone who causes such things.”
They said God doesn’t cause those things, humans do.
“No,” I said, “I don’t see how humans caused floods and hurricanes and earthquakes – especially prior to the modern era.”
At about this time, a car pulled up and parked right in front of my yard. An older man got out and came over to us. I recognized him as the father-in-law of one of my (former) best friends and the sight of him made me nervous! I thought for sure he was going to pipe up and say, “This is James Zimmerman, he’s an apostate, let’s go.” But instead, he didn’t recognize me at all, and simply did the ol’ point-to-you-watch gesture to indicate they had to get going. I looked over at the car and saw three other Witnesses sitting in the back seat, but I couldn’t see well enough to identify anything about them.
Anyway, the man then said the bible speaks about an increase of earthquakes in the time of the end, which conveys exactly zero relevant information, but I followed that up with: “So then God is making those earthquakes, right? I mean, he knew they would happen – at least, if we agree that your bible is accurate – and he supposedly has the power to stop them. Yet he doesn’t. And innocent people die. Because God murdered them. Including babies.”
The women then said God only kills wicked people.
“No, that’s not true,” I said. “God killed almost every human on the planet in the time of the Great Flood, including children, babies, and fetuses. What did they do wrong?”
The woman then said that they could see I was a family man. She asked what my role in the family was. Then she asked if there were certain rules in our house, and if there are ramifications – discipline – for breaking the rules.
“Okay, I said, then let me ask you this: What possible rule could I have that, if my son (I pointed to Emmett) broke the rule, I would be justified in drowning him?”
The man said nothing, he just stared with his mouth agape. But the woman pointed out that I am responsible for my children, just as the adults in Noah’s day were responsible for their children. “And they chose not to get into the ark,” she said.
“Okay, then let me rephrase: What possible law could I break – against the State of Minnesota of the United States – that the government would be justified in drowning both me and my children?”
“Well,” said the man, jutting out his hand, “It’s been real nice talking to you. We appreciate you sharing your thoughts with us on this fine day, but we have to get going.”
It’s debatable whether this is really an improvement; maybe it’s merely a change. Either way, Isla found these free for the taking at an event we were at back in January. So, the next day, I asked her which electrical plate in her room she wanted to replace, and she selected the one nearest her door. In the photo, you can see her – under supervision, of course! – swapping a boring old white plate for the more decorative option.
-Installed light in closet.
-Installed new toilet seat.
-Swapped out light fixtures.
Okay, here’s what the light fixtures looked like when we moved in:
I know, I know: it’s solid brass and ornate and Gothic and all sorts of cool stuff. But…it’s also ugly. I never liked this fixture, nor it’s companion fixture at the top of the stairs. So on February 2nd, I changed it out with a model that, granted, is cheaper, but also better looking.
-Removed Security System sticker from window.
Why do security systems always skank up a place so bad? When we moved in, there were ugly, plastic fixtures on the wall and even one on a nice wood pillar. And most of the windows on the main floor had these nearly-impossible-to-remove stickers. I peeled off the other stickers soon after we moved in, but as you can see from the above photo, this one just wouldn’t let go. This is what it looked like for most of the past four years.
So I took some Goo-Gone and a rag to the window and applied copious amounts of elbow grease. The above photo shows what it looked like after about five minutes…
…and here’s what it looked like five minutes after that. All better! (By the way, there’s still one more sticker on another window, but I have to wait until warmer weather to remove it. Jennifer was not pleased with the lingering fumes.)
-Removed built-in stereo/intercom system.
Here’s our old doorbell. The speaker was useless as an intercom. And though it could be used to pipe some music out into the yard, the sound quality was terrible. So, since I removed the intercom system, it seemed only right to also remove this speaker/doorbell.
Here’s the doorbell we now have:
Okay, two things you might notice here. First, the doorbell isn’t, technically, “new,” it’s just new to us. We bought it at Northwest Architectural Salvage. Second, it’s screwed onto a thin piece of plywood. Yep, it is, and that’s because removing the intercom left a big hole that I had to cover for safety reasons. We’re gonna put all new trim around the door frame – eventually. In the meantime, this will suffice.
-Put lighting wiring into a box.
When my brother-in-law came over a couple months ago, he noticed the wiring for the lights in the commons area was not up to code. So I fixed that.
Yeah, my brother-in-law, who works with security systems and is probably mad at me right now for what I said about security systems above, came over and tore out about 100 feet of useless wiring in the basement and helped to clean up some of the remaining cluster of wires.
-Installed three-way switch so light in the commons area can now be turned on/off while downstairs.
My purpose in posting that picture back then was to show that I had moved the light switch (for the light above the washer and dryer) from the ceiling to the wall, and updated it with new features. See that empty spot on the right? That’s because I hadn’t yet moved the outlet from the ceiling to the wall. Oh, I tried, but I couldn’t figure it out. So, last month, an electrician did it for me.
-Replaced hinges on vanity cabinet.
-Installed cabinet door catch on vanity cabinet.
-Replaced toilet paper dispenser.
-Replaced shower head.
-Added chain to light.
A few months ago, I re-discovered that there’s a light under the stairs. I had forgotten about it because it’s sort of hidden, and the chain to turn it on was about 2 inches long. So I replaced it with a chain that’s about a yard long. I even have it going through a loop that puts the chain in a more convenient location. I also added a decorative weight to the chain so that, when I pull it, it won’t retract through the loop. Yep, sometimes I’m awesome.
-Removed fluorescent light fixture.
Yes, I finally removed the last of the fluorescents. This one wasn’t even hooked up to the power anymore, so it really needed to go.
-Removed some wooden planks from ceiling.
Above the fluorescent light fixture were a bunch of planks. They’re ugly and dirty. I removed about half of them. For the rest, I need to get out the crow bar. Stay tuned.
-Added box for light fixture.
Yeah, this one wasn’t up to code, either. Now it is.
-Built stairs for back side of deck.Here’s the back side of the deck. It has stairs now, so there’s not a 2-foot-plus drop off anymore. No, I don’t have a picture of that. Primarily because I need to fix them, first.
-Removed southern section of decking, and placed on new, all-weather decking that is actually level.
This photo, above, shows the deck boards that were on the southern end of our deck. Not sure why the previous owner suddenly switched from all-weather decking to wood, nor why he didn’t level it, but there you go. It was a real beast removing these planks, but I finally got them all out, put in some thin strips of wood to level it off, and…
…here’s what it looks like now.
-Capped all-weather decking planks.
See how the end of each plank has three rectangular holes in it?
-Repaired outside light.
Well, not me – the electrician. Now when people come over, we can actually turn on the outside light for them so that they don’t trip on our cement steps.
Notice the metal tube hanging down? It’s carrying the electrical wiring to the lights in my garage. It’s attached over by the wall of the garage, and it’s attached near the light fixtures, but in the middle, it was sagging about 9 inches.
For the first time since the 1980s, this is the second Leap Day in a row that I’ve lived in the same house, which I think is a pretty good achievement. If I’m still living in the same house when the next Leap Day arrives (Feb. 29th, 2020) – and I intend to – I’ll have already set a record for longest time living in the same house.
Today also marks the 5th anniversary of my engagement to Jennifer, which is odd because we’ve been married for 19 years.
Anyway, I thought I’d take this opportunity to note where I was in life during each of my 11 Leap Days…
1976: Okay, I obviously don’t recall anything about 1976, much less Leap Day itself. But I can tell you I was just a few months old and living in a mobile home in Burnsville.
1980: At this time, I was a soon-to-be preschooler. Still living in the same mobile home in Burnsville. My mom was pregnant with my sister.
1984: In 1984, I was a student at Savage Elementary School, which wasn’t nearly as brutal as its name implies. Still living in Burnsville, and still in a mobile home, but a different one than last time.
1988: For the second Leap Day in a row, I was still living in the same mobile home. This marked my fourth and final Leap Day living in Camelot Acres Mobile Home Park. In 1988, I was a teenager attending junior high school or, as I like to call it, the nadir of my education.
1992: Lots of changes here. My family and I now lived in Lakeville, and I was attending Rosemount High School, a school barely saved from being the worst school I ever attended by virtue of being slightly better than my junior high school. I was employed at my first job, a book shelver at the Galaxie Library in Apple Valley.
1996: This is the day Jennifer and I got engaged. I was living in a duplex in St. Paul with two roommates while working at Lenscrafters at the Mall of America in Bloomington.
2000: My first Leap Day as a married man, Jennifer and I were living in a one-bedroom apartment in Apple Valley. I still worked at Lenscrafters, but by this time I was working at their Burnsville location. I was also a college man at this time, about a month-and-a-half into my time at Century College working on an Associate’s Degree.
2004: Jennifer and I were still in Apple Valley, but now we were living with our two cats in a small townhome that we owned. I was employed at Part Three Analytical in Oakdale, but later in the week, I put in my notice that I’d be quitting in mid-March. On this day, we watched the 76th Academy Awards with a couple of friends who, at first, didn’t understand how it could only be the second anniversary of our engagement.
2008: By 2008, Jennifer and I were parents, so on our ninth Leap Day, two-and-a-half-year-old Owen was experiencing his very first Leap Day. I was employed at the place where I still work today. Jennifer and I had been living in Big Lake with our cats for over three years, though the very next day we drove to our new apartment in St. Paul to sign the lease. We left Big Lake ten days later.
2012: During the four years since the last Leap Day, Jennifer, Owen, and I moved twice. First to that apartment I mentioned above, then (in 2011) to the house where we now live. Though our number of cats was now half of what it was in 2008, our number of kids had doubled – Isla was born in 2010, so this was her first Leap Day. I was once again a college student, though this time I was at Hamline. Jennifer and I celebrated the 4th anniversary of our engagement by dining at Buca.
2016: Today, Jennifer and I celebrated the 5th anniversary of our engagement by dining at Supatra’s. I took the day off of work and we watched a very romantic movie this afternoon while kid number three – Emmett, experiencing his first Leap Day – napped upstairs. Our one cat passed away a year ago, but we now have a new cat. I’ve now worked for the same employer for three Leap Days and lived in the same house for two. Still at Hamline, too.
The first time I ever heard of Little Free Libraries (LFLs) was October 17, 2011. (Here’s that story.) Back on that day, I had gone from complete LFL ignorance to total LFL desire, but I had not moved onto ownership of such a library.
As of Sunday, November 29th, I have.
But let me back up a bit, and tell you how I made a Library.
The first thing is, I noticed I wasn’t getting anywhere in building a Little Free Library. The kits available for order were a bit pricey and, besides, I wanted mine to be unique. I looked for plans online, but they all fell into two categories:
1) Way too complicated for me given my expertise and tools.
2) So overly simple I didn’t even understand how the plans result in a functioning library (sort of like IKEA instructions).
But really, here was the bigger problem: I just couldn’t bring myself to make those first steps. I mean those really preliminary steps of visiting stores to check out the lumber, buying all the parts, and making the first cuts.
So, at a Toastmasters meeting early this summer, when my coworker Mike mentioned in a speech that his wife has been wanting him to build a Little Free Library, I approached him right after the meeting and suggested we join forces.
So we did. The very next week, we were lunching at Culver’s looking at some too-easy plans I’d found online.
Then we went to Menard’s to search for lumber:
“Why are you taking a picture of me, James?”Mike asked.
“Because I want to document this process,” I said
“You really think me picking through trim is that interesting?” Mike asked.
Mike and I then got serious about pooling our resources. After two more trips to Menard’s, Mike came over to my house…three times. Once in August, once in September, and once in October. He brought some tools and know-how (and beer), I opened my garage and tool box, and ordered pizza.
The work went really slowly at first. After our first day together, we had nothing to show for it but the eight pieces making up the sides, top, and bottom. Of course, we were building two libraries, but…still.
After our three days working together, here’s what we had:
Mike’s is on the bottom, and mine is on the top. Notice that Mike’s has the center shelf and trim installed, while my library’s center shelf is leaning against the side and the trim is unfinished (in fact, I later ripped off this trim). This speaks to a key difference between our neighborhoods: Mike is from one of those fancy-schmancy suburbs, and his library will be one of the only ones in his city. To that end, Mike just wanted to make a simple library. His is box-shaped, and he had no intention of painting the inside.
I, meanwhile, live in that bastion of hipster, nerdy, über-literate culture, and I felt I had to keep up with the Joneses. There are at least five other LFLs in my zip code. My library wasn’t even the first one on the block, so I had to go the extra mile (or, inch, I suppose). As you can see, I added a shelf to the right of my library where I intended to put a potted plant. I also didn’t want to install my center shelf yet because I had to figure out something to do to the inside. Paint it, at the very least.
So, after Mike’s departure, here sat my LFL in mid-October on a makeshift table in my garage, just after I’d installed the roof trim, and just before I put on the primer paint…
Here’s what it looked like after I’d painted the inside, primed the outside, installed side brackets, and laid in a bottom shelf… Do you notice something really awesome (I mean, besides the US map and periodic table in the background)? Look at the back! It’s a nature scene! “How did you do that, James?” you ask.
Well, I’m glad you asked. This goes back to one day in 2001 when Jennifer and I visited the Minneapolis Institute of Art with her brother Les and his fiancée. The museum was giving out free posters of tree landscapes. Why they would do that, I have no idea. It’s probably something artsy people attach some meaning to. Regardless, I took a poster, rolled it up…and then stored it away for 14 years. Until last month, when I cut it to size and stuck it behind a piece of plexiglass in the back of the library. This photo shows some subtle differences. First, notice that there are two thin side pieces (painted white) on the front. Also, notice that I’ve installed the center shelf. Also – and this might be hard to see – I removed the yellow painted pieces of wood that held the plexiglass in place. My wife said they weren’t very attractive. I agreed. Instead, I used some trim pieces that had been laying around in my garage (the previous owner left them behind) and nailed them in instead. The Little Free Library website suggests using “recycled and found materials” when possible. So there. I did.
My wife also suggested shakes for the roof. Here, you can see my progress about midway through installing the shakes. The black material you see is tar paper, to keep precipitation at bay. It was only available from Menard’s in a 50 foot roll. I gave Mike the leftovers. He now has about 48 feet of tar paper at his disposal.
This picture shows the backside of the library being painted. I guess I just figured, “Hey, why should I paint this myself when there’s a perfectly good 10-year-old standing right here?”
His assistance with that freed me up to work on… The door!
I borrowed my father-in-law’s table saw to cut these four pieces. After gluing and screwing them together with L-brackets, I laid the door frame on this piece of chip board to prime it.
Here’s what the library looked like on November 1st. I’d painted the outside, and installed a little box (lower right) that serves both as a spot for bookmarks and as the place where I screwed in the door catch.
The clamps are because I had just glued the wainscoting onto the side in an effort to stylize my library even more. In true Little Free Library fashion, the wainscoting was left behind by my former renter, so I re-purposed it.
This photo shows the wainscoting on the other side, as well as the door installed. I cut the plexiglass for the door using my father-in-law’s table saw. I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to cut plexiglass using a table saw, but I figured I wouldn’t tell my father-in-law about that until, well, right now.
Then it was time to paint the trim.
Mercifully, the Minnesota weather held out quite nicely this fall, but by mid-November, it was getting too cold in the garage to work with paint. In this photo, I am painting the trim in the comfort of my kitchen.
It also turns out I’m a lousy trim painter. And not just because I have trouble cleaning the brush:
…I left globs of paint on each piece of trim. So I sanded lots of it off, then handed the job off to my wife. She sanded even more, then painted the trim for me. For us, I mean.
Oh – I should also mention that building a Little Free Library usually means also building a post, so in this picture you can see me testing the miter saw’s limits by cutting through a 4×4 piece of fence post. Mike took this photo figuring, I guess, that it was my turn to be in an unflattering, inane picture.
I used my lunch break on one of the last warm days of the year to dig the hole for the post. Here, you can see the post-hole digger I borrowed from a neighbor, my wagon for transporting the soil I removed, and a book that tells me how to dig a post-hole. Yep, I’m that big of a nerd that I actually bring a book outside to tell me how to dig a hole.
Viola! Here you see the post is in the ground. On the brick wall to the right, you can see some of the limestone I had to dig out. Another neighbor took pity on my inability to dig deeper than 19 inches and let me borrow her large, heavy metal lever. I continually dropped it onto the limestone until I cracked through to the 24 inches I needed. The bricks you see butted against the post are there to stabilize it while the cement dries.
But even after the cement dried, it didn’t seem quite stable enough. So I bought another bag of cement and, on an amazingly beautiful day in mid-November, I poured in some more cement. The water I used for the cement, incidentally, was from my rain barrel, so…more recycling!
The 2×4 you see to the right here is to just nudge the post back a bit. It wasn’t quite level, but thanks to this pressure I applied over the course of 6 hours, it is now.
The only construction step remaining was to paint and nail on the trim, but while I waited for my wife to finish that task, I went to LittleFreeLibrary.org and registered my library. They sent me the confirmation you see at left.
A few days later, they sent me an email saying my kit was on its way. The email also included this fun tidbit: Then, on Saturday the 21st, my package arrived! I was so excited!
Here’s what came in the package:
-An official sign, of course. The phrase at the top of the sign reads “We all do better when we all read better.”
-A Steward’s Guide.
-Stickers to insert in the books advertising the library.
-A necktie…which was a complete surprise. Another item to take care of while waiting was to assemble the books which would initially stock the LFL (“seeding” the library, to use the library stewards’ parlance).
So here’s the collection! Fiction and non-fiction, board books, comic books, picture books, young adult fiction, memoirs, an atlas, a dictionary (contributed by Owen), DVDs, cook books, a sticker book, and bookmarks. Also included is The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Managing Stress, which we found lying in a cabinet when we moved in to our house over four years ago. Since I clearly have no intention of ever managing my stress, I figure I’d give it back to the community.
All told, this represents about 20 percent of the books I have in stock to contribute. With some luck, it’ll be a long time before I run out. Finally, it was time to install. Jennifer and I carried the library out of our house (where it had been for the last week as we nailed the trim). Then, after Jennifer ensured it was situated correctly on the post, I drove eight screws up through the bottom.
Isla assisted by handing me each nail, in turn, as I needed them. Having predrilled the holes, inserting the screws proceeded very smoothly and quickly.
I then carried two boxes out of the house, which carried the stock. Owen and Isla helped to load up the library. A suggestion I read about in my Steward’s Packet said to not fill the library, but to instead allow room for sifting through the items and to allow others room to donate their own texts. The final step in preparing the library was to remove the plastic wrapping that protected the plexiglass. I began peeling it off (I was careful to get it around the fasteners that hold the plexiglass to the door), but then Owen said he wanted to tear it off, so above you can see Owen in the midst of the very last step.
Here’s a video of the library’s installation:
Little Free Library #33249 is now open to the public.
Click here to download a PDF of the basic plans Mike and I followed in constructing our libraries: LFL plans