The fate of a private library
Slowly, I am starting to accept something basic: I will probably not re-read books. Too many that are in the queue, and a realization that I still remember the “salient facts” of the ones from my past. Is it time to donate my library to someone else? Are my children interested? Come on, kids, reach out here.
I’ll keep the reference books. Also, a few of my best sets. And the truly classics. OK, I get it. I won’t re-read them, but I’ll keep them. All. That’s what I was taught to do. Curse you, Red Baron!
On the other hand, I’ve developed a new appreciation for my old pictures. Each one is worth a thousand words, even the blurry and poorly exposed among them. And music… unlike a book, a song will get replay, if only in a random afternoon playlist. Should I get technical and install “radio station” software, or just depend on letting the mood flow as I go? More meditation ahead.
My kids are in another two days of stormy weather, as the great divide (NB) separates our climate from theirs. An important question: if we go traveling in a few weeks, will they still be playing snowpiles and shovels? Could be a deal breaker.
The tax returns are now filed, and I had nothing to do with it. Thank you, my diligent partner! I wasn’t holding off the reporting task with breathless anticipation; I just dislike the idea of telling someone that the money they’ve already taken from my income stream is still open to discussion.
