Kafka-esque book ordering

            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)


About Sally Hobart Alexander

Blinded at the age of twenty-six, I left California and elementary school teaching for life in Pittsburgh, Pa. There, I met my husband, got a Masters' degree in social work, had two kids, now 35 and 32, and became a writer. Surprisingly, the writing career led me full-circle to teaching, and I teach in Chatham University's M.F.A. program and lead two writing critique groups. Always, since the age of 26, I have traveled, not in the stereotypic darkness attributed to blindness, but a mist. My blog then, "traveling through the mist" will deal with issues in my culturally different life as a blind writer, teacher, speaker, and human being.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s