It's been one of those days again. Petunia got a bad grade in behavior today (a "sad" face), it's humid and I think the a/c took a dump again, I'm cramping like crazy, and I have to go to the store. I can't do it though - grocery shopping will just have to wait until tomorrow.
One of the apples in the fridge had a big old wet bruisy hole in it. Gross.
Going thru my books is horribly depressing. It feels as if I'm getting rid of all my friends and loved ones. It is, in a way. Sharky, trying to make me feel better (???) said that I could always pack my dolls away and use the shelves in the bedroom. To me, it sounded like "you can have one or the other, but not both" but he swears that isn't what he meant. Mars/Venus/whatever...
So, I'm making 3 piles of books:
- Keep (obviously)
- Trade in at used book store for credit
- Books the used book store won't take (book club books, etc.)
Every book has a memory of some sort attached to it.
This isn't the first time I've "weeded" through them, but it will probably be the last. Damn this is so painful. Only someone who truly loves books will understand what I am going through. This isn't anything like Bookcrossing, these books have been cherished possessions.
I keep trying to tell myself that they aren't "gone", they will be loved and cherished (hopefully) by someone else.
Damn hormones. I'm crying again and I still have so many books to go through...
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