Bean and I have been holed up in the house sliding along on a river of snot. She got sick, and then gave it to me. Now both of us spend most of the night hacking and not sleeping well. At least she doesn’t have to get up to pee three times a night.
Last night I called my mom and begged her to come watch Bean so I could stare blankly from the couch. Thanks, mom.
Bean’s newest trick is stretching both arms out at you and saying BOO! when you ask her what a ghost says.
I’m in the process of getting rid of my personal library to make room for the new baby. I have thirteen boxes of books downstairs waiting to go to the used bookstore. Sigh. Part of me is really sad to see them go. They were like a security blanket for me; old friends that would always be near if I needed them. But they have to go. I’m keeping a few – like my old yearbooks and my Norton Shakespeare (I want to be buried with that one) and my old diaries (MAN is it embarrassing to read those. Maybe I’ll get rid of them, too.) My Nancy Drews didn’t make the cut (sniff, sniff) and neither did any of my old textbooks. Dimitri swears that he needs to keep all of his old computer books – for reference, he says. I think that’s akin to keeping stack of National Geographics or old Almanacs, but I choose my battles these days, and that’s not a hill I want to die on.
The moral of the story here is that I have three (perhaps four) bookcases that need good homes. Any takers, Las Vegans?
I also have a magnificent oak rolltop computer desk and an oak TV stand that need a home, too. Perfect condition. If not, anyone willing to show me how to list them on Craig’s list?
When I was young, I bought Hardy BoYs mysteries from the used bookstore. They were older versions where the Hardys and their "chums" drove around in "roadsters' and otherwise did 1930's or 40's sorts of things. Bean might one day like to discover your old Nancy Drews where no one had cell phones or computers. On second thought, she probably would rejct them if they are HER MOTHER'S. Better she should go to the used bookstore and discover this series. Just don't tell her she's buying back your old books.
Posted by: John at October 25, 2007 9:19 AMBefore I ran away to grad school in '95 with only what would fit in my Geo Metro, I disposed of a bunch of my old books (including all manner of choose-your-own-adventure type books and fantasy novels I had as a youth). True, it was probably only one 40 lb. boxful. But what was so easy then would be so hard now. No wonder there is a market for nostalgia. Seems everyone goes through the same cycle of collect and dispose, collect and dispose.
Posted by: Brian at October 25, 2007 9:45 AMNow there's a coincidence. I was just reading this http://www.radosh.net/archive/002083.html#comments about CYOA books. (An unfortunate acronym - to an accountant, "CYOA" = "cover your own ass")
Posted by: John at October 25, 2007 10:01 AMCan't help ya w/ unloading stuff. Just wondered when you're due? Hope everone's feeling a bit better now.
Posted by: Joss at October 26, 2007 12:09 AM