The Little Things...

Sometimes it is the little things. I was thrilled that two books I was waiting on were ready for pick up at the library. I had not been there since February. On my first attempt, I went at the wrong time. On my second attempt I kept redialing the wrong number to let them know that I was waiting. Third time I was a charm. I was grateful, though I did not need it, to hear them asked if I needed activities for a child. They delivered a Ziploc with a project inside to the car next to mine. What a simple, but wonderful idea. Something different for a cooped-up child. It really does take a village! Glad to be a patron of the Pottstown Library!