Living near the beach is
hell on books. If you don’t dust them
every week, the damp ocean air encourages mold to grow on the dust. The mysteries were the worst. Many of these books have moved from on the
beach up the hill to this house. I could
almost see the mold making brown spots on the paper while waving tiny fingers.
Will I read them again? That’s the criteria for discarding. I mourn those mysteries I let go as old
friends. The cookbooks and recipes were
my allotted chore for the day, instead I attacked almost any bookcase in sight. Cookbooks were last, and they now share
grandma’s old packing crate bookcase with ocean liner books.
Week six is organizing a
recycling and trash area. Done. Week seven organize coupons. I don’t use them...done. Week 8 is for healthy meal planning and
creating a grocery shopping list. I do
that every week. Week 9 “Laundry Room.” Ours is appalling and deep into a dark corner
of the garage. LOL So far, it’s been an interesting
journey.
I love that abstract painting. Who did it?
ReplyDeleteMe...thank you.
DeleteWe got the book department "covered".
ReplyDeleteYou last sentence struck me. Many people who grew up during the depression, held onto so many things throughout their lives. I have always known why but reading your comment made it so real. Thank you or sharing!
ReplyDeleteGreat job, and I didn't know that about books near the beach. You must be super close! We are only about 10 minutes away, but at least on the west coast here, I've never had that problem or heard of it. Sad!
ReplyDeleteMy problem is thinking I will read a book again. I have high hopes.
ReplyDeleteI have a friend who lost absolutely everything in a house fire. She lives very differently now. Interesting.
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