Now, children, what shall we do with these shelves...?

[desperance]

I built the shelves; I filled them. I quail, at the thought of how often I am going to have to do this, to get all the books reshelved. That's twenty-four linear feet of shelving, and - well, I suppose it might be one-twentieth of the collection. Might be. I'm not good at judging quantity, but I usually underestimate.

Maybe I should use this opportunity, this process, to LibraryThing the collection? That might encourage me to filter, even - 'cos some of these books, it would be hard to admit publicly to their ownership. And even this evening, I did find a few that I thought maybe I could let go. If I were strict with myself. It's that thing where you find you have vol three of an indeterminate series that you've never read; that's a fairly pointless position, and the alternatives are either to make a serious effort to find at least vol one, or else to pass it on to someone else. Like that. It happens a lot, on my shelves; I've picked up so many random books, one way or another.

But. They are my books. I know few things about myself, but this is one: that I keep my books. Even those I dislike, even those I'm fairly sure by now I'll never read. They are my books; I keep them.

Now I have to find a home for countless old videos, that were squeezed onto the old shelves in front of the books. That's going to be a recurrent problem, for the old shelves were deep and allowed of double-stacking. Not so the new ones. Sigh. Too much stuff. If I can't winnow books, maybe I can winnow videos...?

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