So many things to write about, and very little actually written.
This seems to be the story of my life. I actually settled down and finished two short articles for the Numismatic Society Facebook page. They took ten months, most of which was procrastination. The second stage was to piece things together slowly, followed by editing and thinking. Or, in other words, self-deception and procrastination. Then I finished them off in an evening. That’s it. Ten months wasting time and an evening of work. If you can call sitting at a keyboard work.
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Somehow, the decluttering process has ground to a halt and I seem to have done little apart from make the house more cluttered.It is one of life’s ironies how this happens. Tomorrow all the old and damaged books that aren’t wanted by charity shops will be off to waste paper. It is time to be ruthless. Most of them should have gone years ago, but they came to me in various ways and I didn’t have the heart to do it. Now, when it’s a case of them or me, I am finally developing the necessary killer instinct. Nobody wants books on fifty year old sales techniques. My Dad didn’t want them, which is how I ended up with them. I don’t want them but somehow they mutated from being old books to being part of my life. It’s stupid really, and probably reveals more about my mental state than my reading habits. Just because you remember things from childhood doesn’t mean you hve to keep them. After all, I remember polio, but I wouldn’t want it.
I actually tripped over a pile of books a couple of nights ago. I manged to grab a chair and avoided an actual fall, but if it’s war they want, it’s war they can have.
I’m going to put the kettle on, open Fahrenheit 451 and plan a surprise attack on . . .
. . . well, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?
Stack of books burning
Sometimes one has to make a mess to clean up one. 🙂
I may have a chance to say that later this afternoon. 🙂 I’ll see if it works.
Now we are on a cliffhanger
I think the smart money is probably on the books. I have a poor record of decluttering.
I definitely call sitting at a keyboard work.
I feel your pain about the decluttering. I just move things from one place to another.
Yes, shuffling books is the first stage. The second stage is moving them to the car. Third stage is the painful one.
I leave that to Mrs T
That would probably work for me – Mrs T is a safe distance away. Julia, however, cannot be trusted with my stuff.
I’ve got books that I do not want to get rid of I wanted to keep them they mean a lot to me but I know when I die whoever cleans out my little cubby house we’ll just throw them away. I completely understand how it is.
I managed to stop smoking, I managed to stop drinking (almost) and I am now losing a reasonable amount of weight. Surely a few books won’t defeat me . . .
Hard to get rid of books, I know, but the time comes…
And that time has come. I have books that I haven’t unpacked in the 30+ years we have lived here and I’m certainly not paying to ship them to Peterborough for them to clutter up my new life.