… I mentioned in passing, that now we knew my mother would be staying in nursing care, I could bring some of my boxes of books down from the attic, use the floor space in her room to sort them out, and then stack them against the wall so that they would be more accessible until I worked out a longer term solution.
It was a maybe one day sort of comment, but that day when I was at work my fiance took it upon himself to bring down three boxes. The process has begun! I stacked books to keep against the wall and took books that I decided I could let go downstairs.
The process went on over the next few evenings until all of the boxes were gone and the only books left in the attic were university and accountancy textbooks.
And once I had started I decided that I had to do the job properly.
I went through all of my upstairs storage boxes – some really useful and some virtually indestructible cardboard boxes – picking out a few books that could go and swapping books I thought I’d want to pick up soon with ones I was happy to put away for a while from the stacks.
I did the bookcases too – not the Persephone and Virago bookcases, from which nothing can be spared, but all of the others.
I now have six bags of books to be taken to charity shops and a pile stacked up that I’m offering on Green Metropolis and ReadItSwapIt.
It isn’t that they aren’t good books, it’s that I’ve changed over my reading life, especially as I’ve had work difficulties and as I’ve watched my mother decline over the last few years, and my horizons have widened hugely since finding LibraryThing, book bloggers, specialist publishers, the library’s wonderful reserve stocks …
I manged to clear a shelf so I could move a number of old hardbacks from a corner bookcase upstairs to a prominent shelf downstairs. Now they sit between a shelf with dog books and some of my grandfather’s classics and another with childhood classics and family reference books.
And while I was looking at that area I pulled out a couple of few that I thought came from my grandfather and found that they dated back quite a bit further. Novels by Dickens, Thackery and Scott that my great-grandparents, on my mother’s side of the family, must have read when the authors were still alive and Queen Victoria was still on the throne …
My collection of Virago non fiction still needs a home, and there are still a few books on my desk to be sorted out, but now my entire home library is within easy reach.
All of that ate up my blogging time and a certain amount of my reading time for the last week or so, but this week I want to get back into my usual routine.
What I need now is to rethink furnishings and have some proper bookshelves built in. But not yet. I’m not ready to change my mother’s home and poor Briar doesn’t like all of the upheaval. She was particulary unimpressed when she went to her bed in mother’s room and found a stack of Daphne Du Maurier VMCs rather too close.
But I have made progress and I have a plan. One day ….