About a month ago, my husband retired, we sold the house and moved across two states to Montana. The kids had all migrated away too, in previous years, and I was missing the grandkids. The move did not come soon enough for me but two old people alone packing and carrying get VERY tired.
I got myself a couple bundles of two foot by one foot boxes, with handles, to pack my books. As I packed, I weeded out a few novels never read and not likely to be. I added some deep history of a time period I had never had an interest in to the donation stack. I returned a couple to a neighbor, having forgotten I had them. Then started packing.
Couldn't help myself. They went into the boxes alphabetically, by subject. Each box was labeled 'BOOKS' and a note was made below that of any favorite or important book that was in that box, such as The Eight, P&P, Jane Eyre or Michener, or The Thirteenth Tale and The Mirror or Rebecca . . . I might want them before all are unpacked. I might.
Despite my efforts, I had twenty five boxes of books. Twenty five boxes of books to take from southern Colorado to Montana. Jerry, my long suffering husband, hauled them without complaint and only a couple sideways looks as he lifted the heavier boxes. (The Beatle Anthology weighs a lot, as does a very complete founding fathers bio collection.) But he loves me. He has taken my books from Wyoming to Arizona, then to Montana, to Colorado and now, back to Montana.
Twenty five boxes of books. (368 books on the Kindle and a couple dozen on the Kindle Fire help, but are not quite the same.)
Can't wait to unpack them . . .
Can't wait to just look at them on the shelves . . .
Then I will be home again.
I got myself a couple bundles of two foot by one foot boxes, with handles, to pack my books. As I packed, I weeded out a few novels never read and not likely to be. I added some deep history of a time period I had never had an interest in to the donation stack. I returned a couple to a neighbor, having forgotten I had them. Then started packing.
Couldn't help myself. They went into the boxes alphabetically, by subject. Each box was labeled 'BOOKS' and a note was made below that of any favorite or important book that was in that box, such as The Eight, P&P, Jane Eyre or Michener, or The Thirteenth Tale and The Mirror or Rebecca . . . I might want them before all are unpacked. I might.
Despite my efforts, I had twenty five boxes of books. Twenty five boxes of books to take from southern Colorado to Montana. Jerry, my long suffering husband, hauled them without complaint and only a couple sideways looks as he lifted the heavier boxes. (The Beatle Anthology weighs a lot, as does a very complete founding fathers bio collection.) But he loves me. He has taken my books from Wyoming to Arizona, then to Montana, to Colorado and now, back to Montana.
Twenty five boxes of books. (368 books on the Kindle and a couple dozen on the Kindle Fire help, but are not quite the same.)
Can't wait to unpack them . . .
Can't wait to just look at them on the shelves . . .
Then I will be home again.
