Straightening It All Out
I have a lot of books. Actually, I used to have a lot of books and now I have the best of that lot. The whole thing makes me antsy. We had a library and a living room lined with bookshelves in Chicago. We moved to northern California and found houses with big windows and high ceilings and expansive vistas..... but no wall space and certainly no bookshelves. Californians live outdoors; there wasn't a lot of emphasis on the life of the mind, it seemed. I installed shelving in every home; my books took pride of place. Downsizing and moving, once again, I vowed that I would not pay movers to transport volumes I never would read again. That plan failed as I, once again, underestimated the time and energy required to pack up two lives (and the detritus of two other lives whose owners were living elsewhere but whose possessions seemed destined to stay, forever and forever, with their parental units). By the time the movers came to pack up the k...