I can not live without books.
We are still working on the Stuff. There is satisfaction in having gone through the closets and discarded and donated many items of clothing. Now, as we pledged, we are turning to the books.
Books are hard for us. They are the stuff of our daily lives, our excursions to other realms and our maturation as thinking people. Nonetheless, it is time to take the hard look. Actually, this is the second hard look.
We let go of so much when we relocated eight years ago. At that time we were guided by a good friend – an author, book dealer and member of the friends of the local library. She was brutally kind enough to tell us that no one wants our college text books, much less our high school texts. If we had to hold onto a high school French book, surely one copy would suffice. (We went to the same high school and both took French.) She also warned us that we should not plan to abandon just anything on the loading dock at the library: there was a five box per day limit. We were in trouble.
So the sort began those many years ago now. Anne pointed out that there was a trailer for paper at the local recycle center and that we should make use of it. Get rid of the text books, the magazines, the yellowed paperbacks. The Friends of the Library had enough to deal with already; they did not need to take on our decades of neglect. After days, weeks of culling, I estimate that we disposed of 40 to 50 percent of our books either through the recycle trailer or donations to the library.
Now we start anew. Who knew how many books we could accumulate in the space of eight years? All those added to the ones that we could not let go of when we came to the Finger Lakes.
On day one, we looked around our immediate space. Here’s our down payment from that review and our contribution to the local library’s friends’ sale. We’ll keep you posted as we go.