Sad Day at the Old Bookshelves
Posted By admin on October 12, 2011
We’ve lived in our house for five years. I can’t believe that’s true even as I write it. But here’s the thing. I do my best cleaning when we move, and over the years, we’ve moved regularly. So often, I get itchy feet, but I also envy people who get to live one place all their lives. I envy people who live where they want to as well. I can’t really complain. The beloved is as miserable in the cooler weather as I am in the heat, so this was our compromise.
Back to those bookshelves.
I culled my books when we moved here because books weigh a lot. A lot. I hate to let one book go, but when the movers are charging you by weight, you have to make stern decisions.
Sadly, we’ll be seeing no more movers to force me to make those hard choices. But I’m a little afraid the house is going to tip over if I don’t get this done. The shelves are stacked in ways that would make a puzzle-maker weep. These horizontally, those vertically, these because they fit this minute space.
Well, they’re not all stacked that way now. One bookshelf down, several to go. I’m going to see if the library takes donations, and if they don’t, I’m off to Goodwill. My sadness is going to make some other reader pretty happy.
That’s what I keep telling myself!
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Yeah, I am not sure what I will do should I move again soon. I have more books than I did the last time…
I just found someone I love to give my books to. I’m saving them up for a trip to visit family. Yay! You can always find someone who’ll give your books a decent home!