Cleaning Shelves
Today is cleaning bookcases. Take out books, dust them, dust the shelves, put the books back. Over and over and over. I don't expect to finish today. When I get tired, I will go to the coffee shop and work on the last unrevised story. Then -- thank goodness -- I can get serious about the new work. House cleaning and cleaning up stories. So much fun.
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The books I've kept through many moves are important in one way or another. I pull out a book by my father on the art of Conrad Marca-Relli and remember things Marca-Relli said in the 1960s. He was a clever man.
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Two shelves took an hour. At this rate, the living room will take ten hours, and one bedroom three hours. I will not get done today, especially since so much of my life is in these books. I have to stop and look and remember.
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Confucius. I haven’t read him for a long time. Tu Fu. Li Po. Han Shan. I've never read The Water Margin. (That was the East Asian shelf.)
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The books I've kept through many moves are important in one way or another. I pull out a book by my father on the art of Conrad Marca-Relli and remember things Marca-Relli said in the 1960s. He was a clever man.
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Two shelves took an hour. At this rate, the living room will take ten hours, and one bedroom three hours. I will not get done today, especially since so much of my life is in these books. I have to stop and look and remember.
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Confucius. I haven’t read him for a long time. Tu Fu. Li Po. Han Shan. I've never read The Water Margin. (That was the East Asian shelf.)
posted by Eleanor at 9:03 AM
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For almost five years now, we've been planning to straight out our bookshelves -- dust the books, prune the books, put the remaining books back in order. (They are all terribly out of order now.)
Maybe this summer.
*straighten
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