Herself: Got almost every single book out on the shelves for sale.
What an uncared for, unthinking mess. Obviously I had to step back and look….and the photograph did that for me. I looked at the mess which had grown while my mind was absent, and I was ashamed of myself. When I got home from making orderly rows for the Cancer Society, I made orderly rows for myself.
Now I can find things. Oh, catagories are mixed a bit. Poetry here or there and ship books the same. I can find all but the trains, and they have to be in another bookcase. Not a dust mite left here either.
“Progress not…..” what? Perfection of course….once I move the dog and a rock.