Cleaning bookshelves. Reshelving, reorganizing, touching, opening, reading.
I just can’t help it. I love my books.
A small vacuum cleaner to vacuum the dust off the tops
An old cloth diaper to clean the shelves.
A stool for those upper shelves.
Some books are going – sayonara.
Some books are old friends. They bring me back to the place I was when I read them, or the people who discussed that book with me, or the events in my life when I was in the midst of that book. I peek inside for an underlined bit, or look inside the front cover for a page number that’s sure to be wonderful.
Some books are patient friends waiting for a chance to get together and have tea. Every time I do this chore I look at my Harvard Classics “Famous Prefaces” and think awww, I’d love to read that book.
I set two books together as I would introduce friends of mine: I think you two will get along very well.
I remove a book which is so out place: What are you doing here? You need to get back to your home.
If you’ve see Miss Potter, just imagine me talking to my books like she talked to her drawings. You must see me smiling.
Back to work…