Day 8: Books. Will I reread this? Will I use that? Where did all these tchotchkes come from?
And dust. Did I mention dust?
So I culled the cookbooks one more time…that’s the bookcase on the right. I got one more box of cookbooks for the BIG cookbook sale in May. Then I started in on the Science Fiction shelves scrubbing the shelves as I went. The big house had saturated insulation in the attic. Everything dripped, and everything had mold. Most of our Sci-Fi was bought in the 1980’s when we lived at the big house.
I was ruthless. If I just couldn’t part with a moldy or stained book, I bagged it. Otherwise, I boxed it to go to the Saint Vincent de Paul stores…Father Joe. Four boxes of Sci-Fi went to Father Joe. One box of books was good enough to be sold. Not even a full box.
Then I went upstairs. When mother was young and broke, she built a two-piece bookcase. The smaller of the two pieces has been filled with my collectible books and used as a headboard. We want to use both bookcases in the newly redesigned office space. The Geezer brought those collectible books downstairs yesterday, and they nicely filled the newly scrubbed and emptied shelves in the bigger Sci-Fi bookcase.
The bottom two rows in the big downstairs bookcase are art and architecture books. No, I haven’t scrubbed those shelves yet. Maybe tomorrow. Today I sort books at the Discovery shop. I know the universe is laughing at me.