When I stood up from my desk, I knocked into a stack of books, which went slithering to the floor, ready to trip me. This happens at least once a day. The problem is that I keep buying books, and I never get rid of the ones I have, because I like to reread books.
“You should just get rid of some of your books,” a well-meaning friends will say, but that’s just patently ridiculous. You can have too many clothes, you can have too much furniture, you can have too many toys, but books? It’s not possible to have too many. I need different books for different moods, and I’m a very moody person. Besides, I explain to anyone who will listen, books are what I do for a living! I have an excuse.
I like a home filled with books, but I needed to clear the floor of my office so that I could move without tripping. So I did the logical thing — I bought another bookcase. I got my son Shaggy Hair Boy to help me lug it into the house. We squeezed it into the one corner of the house that didn’t yet have a bookcase, and I admired the seven new shelves.
Of course, that was right before Easter Weekend, and with the extended family coming over for Easter dinner, I figured I better clean the house before sorting through the piles of books in my office. As I vaccumed the downstairs living area, I kept finding books on the floor and I just started putting them on the bookcase. By the time I was done cleaning, the bookcase was almost filled.
So this photo shows what the bookcase looks like BEFORE I start adding my books. I’ve decided to enjoy the uncluttered bookcase for a few weeks before I clean my office and start seeing how many books I can cram onto the shelves.