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Spring Cleaning
Friday, March 5th, 2010 11:13 amIt is not, by Maine measures, spring. It is, however, behaving enough like spring that my thoughts have turned to. . .cleaning!
Yeah, I know, how unlikely is that?
Believe it or don't, I have been contemplating lightening our load -- not only of dust and clutter (and, my ghod, can two writers who have been focusing on nothing but writing for the last 18 months produce them some dust and clutter) -- but of things.
Specifically, I intend to lighten our load of -- books. Well, ok -- the size 12 jeans ought really to go to Goodwill, as I've come to terms with the Strong Probability that I will never be a size 12 again. Yes, I once was Lean and Mean. Nowadays, I settle for Mean.
But the books. . .We've weeded shelves before, at need, but only to get enough shelf space to file new acquisitions. This time. . .This time, we really need to buckle down and get rid of some of these things, with an eye toward moving into a smaller place not too far down the lane.
So, this morning, while I should've been doing something useful, like skritching a coon cat, I did a preliminary shelf scan of one of the two bookshelves in the bedroom.
The Sue Graftons can go -- easy decision, there. But... Oh, man, a hard one already! Brother Cadfael. As much as I loved them, am I ever really going to read them again?
*deep breath*
...no, probably not. The Brother can leave the shelf.
The Heyers -- stay. And no one is removing Peter Wimsey from my sight. Just sayin'.
What else? The Golden Hawk -- another tough one. I've had that book since I was fourteen, and read it over and over again. At one point, I think I had it memorized. But...haven't touched it for years. It may be time to say good-bye.
The Shellabargers...Lord Vanity ought to have gone long ago; I never liked it. Prince of Foxes, though. The book that taught me that not every satisfactory ending is happy. And that it's romantic when the girl dies.
Sigh.
This may take longer than I thought.
Who's given their shelves a really good cleaning recently? Any tips for the reluctant weeder?
Yeah, I know, how unlikely is that?
Believe it or don't, I have been contemplating lightening our load -- not only of dust and clutter (and, my ghod, can two writers who have been focusing on nothing but writing for the last 18 months produce them some dust and clutter) -- but of things.
Specifically, I intend to lighten our load of -- books. Well, ok -- the size 12 jeans ought really to go to Goodwill, as I've come to terms with the Strong Probability that I will never be a size 12 again. Yes, I once was Lean and Mean. Nowadays, I settle for Mean.
But the books. . .We've weeded shelves before, at need, but only to get enough shelf space to file new acquisitions. This time. . .This time, we really need to buckle down and get rid of some of these things, with an eye toward moving into a smaller place not too far down the lane.
So, this morning, while I should've been doing something useful, like skritching a coon cat, I did a preliminary shelf scan of one of the two bookshelves in the bedroom.
The Sue Graftons can go -- easy decision, there. But... Oh, man, a hard one already! Brother Cadfael. As much as I loved them, am I ever really going to read them again?
*deep breath*
...no, probably not. The Brother can leave the shelf.
The Heyers -- stay. And no one is removing Peter Wimsey from my sight. Just sayin'.
What else? The Golden Hawk -- another tough one. I've had that book since I was fourteen, and read it over and over again. At one point, I think I had it memorized. But...haven't touched it for years. It may be time to say good-bye.
The Shellabargers...Lord Vanity ought to have gone long ago; I never liked it. Prince of Foxes, though. The book that taught me that not every satisfactory ending is happy. And that it's romantic when the girl dies.
Sigh.
This may take longer than I thought.
Who's given their shelves a really good cleaning recently? Any tips for the reluctant weeder?
