I’ve just had a Kafka-esque experience, trying to order baby books from Barnes & Noble.com. Because I forgot my password—I know—mea culpa—I had to go to my inbox, then to another link. By the time I returned to my original order, the books had disappeared from my check-out bag. So I started again, ordered everything, then hit an edit box, saying “Membership number.” I perseverate, but alas, no memory of any such number, so I phoned, not simple either, because the last four digits were the letters, R-E-A-D. Another reason I should learn to text. Then, The B & N directory asked me for my membership number.
I honestly hate to bore everyone with the frustrations of accessing technology without sight. But they are legion, suffice it to say. Still, as a missionary for the blind and the disabled generally, I carry on.
And I love the books I’m sending to Leslie’s college best friend, Erica and her husband, former English major, Justin. They’ve just had another little boy, Gavin, to drool all over his big brother, Caius—which I may be misspelling. But Caius is just a wonderful little man, so he and his little bro need the best books:
Papa, Papa, by Marzollo
Julius the Baby of the World, Henkes
Ten Little Fingers and Ten Little Toes, Fox
Frog in the Bog, Karma Wilson
Bark, George, Feiffer
Good books—“how I love them, how I need them; I’ll be an old lady by the time I read them.” (Stolen from WWhiskers and Rhymes by Lobel)