Dust off the shelves
Through life, one has the opportunity to collect a lot of baggage, both in the virtual and in the solid, stress your back kind. My personal weakness is books. In spite of the periodic purges, giveaways, losses through loans, they do gather.
I went downstairs this evening to find that a large section of shelving is moving away from the wall. Time to put new, longer screws into place. Time to change the sorting, getting some of the heavier tomes down closer to the level where even shorter people can profit. But, I’m going to have to unload the five or six metres of shelving before any maintenance, and the question comes up; why now?
Did the accumulation of dust on the shelves push load stresses too far? Or is this a manner for a book to express a desire to be “revisited”? Food for thought, while I seek out some longer screws.
