December 21st, 2015

Books

I have a problem

I'm cleaning for the holidays.  I don't have enough time to get it done, but that's not my problem.  The holiday cleaning involves a lot of pick-it-up-and-put-it-away.  Nothing new there.  The problem begins when there isn't an "away" to put it.  Again - there's nothing new about that.  For the last year or so I've been using that as incentive to get rid of things.  vynehorn should actually be quite proud of me.  Of course, you can't tell by looking that I've gotten rid of that much stuff, but hey - I have.

The problem is that the lack of away is now in my weak spot.

Books.

I am again in a pickle where I have more books than I have shelves.  I need another bookcase.  Problem: there is no place to put another bookcase.

I've done several purges of the books.  I've given so many books to the local library that I think they're starting to wonder what's wrong with me (a topic for another time.  I am unwilling to let go of the books currently shelved in my library.  And lest anyone say "but are you ever actually going to read them again," well, I'm currently redevouring all of my Hambly from the... 80s?  90s?  I forget, but I've had them for a while.  And I'm enjoying the re-read.

There are things in the library that aren't bookcases, but they're not really negotiable.  A very small desk with the computer.  The futon where I happily put all my overnight guests.  The filing cabinets with our important papers.  My drawing board.  So... no.

I'm going to have to figure this out while my pile of books that don't fit is very small (under a dozen at the moment.)