There's a huge effort going on at our house lately; the effort to get rid of the trash and treasures of decades of collecting. This is all in preparation for the big migration south - eventually.
I have been delaying dealing with my bookshelves so I decided to tackle them, one section at a time. Let me say here at the outset, I could empty this room of all the books, magazines and notebooks in twenty minutes with one of those trash chutes hooked to a window and a dumpster at the end. That being said, the truth is that regardless of my good intentions, I seem to be possessed by some magnetic force that compels me to open every one of those dusty old books to see if perhaps an errant $100 bill was stuck in there to mark a significant passage. I mean, I haven't touched that section in over fifteen years. Dust? You don't know dust. I know dust. AaaaaaChooo!
After all the books were in a pile I noticed in the dark far corner of the lowest shelf, mostly hidden by my treadmill (that's another whole discussion) was the corner of a box of some sort. With some tugging I managed to free it and drag it out. Old negatives and photographs. Apparently hundreds of them. Fifty years worth, if my memory serves me well. Actually the long term stuff is usually spot on. It's the short term, "Where did I put that coffee cup?" stuff that's a problem.
I couldn't help myself. That magnet thing I mentioned kicked in with a nuclear force and the next two hours were spent moaning, "Oh my god" over and over, which, if you listen carefully seems to rhyme with Armageddon. So the original (and most important) task was sidetracked while I wallowed in the muck and mire of terminal nostalgia.
Meanwhile CA, my partner in life, walked in and I said, "Come here and sit down and look at this!" Bless her heart, she did just that. We laughed and, yes, shed a tear as we looked in wonderment at those beautiful young people. What she should have done was to dump a bucket of ice water on my head to shock me back into the present tense. By the time this project is over, that will be likely to have happened several times.
So, the first slug of books are all bagged and will be on their way the library, Goodwill or to you, if your resistance is lower than usual. Just give me a call. However, I can't promise a dust free transaction.