I thought I’d get up early and do some writing before Julia rose. She deserves a rest after her exertions yesterday, and I though I might evade her for a while as she lay in the arms of Morpheus, as they used to say. I wasn’t sure whether to say that or not, but it seemed more appropriate than the more accurate ‘snoring’. On looking it up, I find that it is considered a ‘pretentiously classical allusion’. It’s a cliché
, an anachronism and overly-flowery, but is it really pretentious? Am I pretending anything? I think the writer of the free dictionary should read his own product.
Anyway, it didn’t happen. At the first hint that I might be making a break for freedom, she woke up, sniffed the air, sensed a disturbance in the force, imitated a questing Dobermann and said: “What are you doing?”
“Putting my socks on.”
“I have some writing to do.”
The air crackled with tension.
As things stand, I am, as you can probably tell, writing. There is a time when a man has to put his foot down and tell his wife “This far and no more!” This is, I believe, a paraphrase of Job38:11 “Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further:”, though, unlike Bertie Wooster, I did not win a prize for Scripture Knowledge in my youth so have to admit checking it up on the internet. I have, of course, used the King James version.
This, however, was not the time for me to use those words. I have, sneakily given her a lift to the laundrette, and returned home. She thinks I am sorting books for disposal.
Books for disposal, one of the saddest things I have ever written.Anyway, can’t stop for sadness, or more discussion of my craven capitulation, as I need to make the best use of the next half hour.
Oui, moi! The very idea is preposterous n’est-ce pas?
I gave my grandson free choice from my library. He chose some I hadn’t yet read. That was hard. So don’t thin out ones you may regret not having read my friend
I am trying to do as little damage as possible, and haven’t even started on the other stuff – we really do have rooms crammed full, and it has to go. 🙁
I wish we had room for more bookcases here. To recycle or dispose of old books is always a sad but sometimes necessary chore.
Time to face facts – if I haven’t read them for the last twenty or thirty years we don’t need them and if I want information I have the internet. It a bit soul-less but it’s practical. I’m sure we will still keep too many.
Books for disposal is unbearably sad. The solution? More bookcases! Where there is a wall, there is a way. 😉
We have ten bookcases and two wall of one bedroom are full of books, or were. We need to downsize before moving, so I am biting the bullet. 🙁