Today I finished the last of my winter chores. After packing away the Christmas books yesterday, I retrieved the boxes of books to return to the empty shelves, but they wouldn't fit!
How did these books multiply during the time that they were stashed under the table in the guest bedroom? Did my books become prolific (our word of the week this past week) during their hiatus from their regular shelves? This is not a good outcome for I do not want my books to be productive while they are stashed in boxes.
I must admit this mystery did force me into some new weeding of my collection. After adding bookshelves to the family room, the upstairs hallway, the downstairs hallway, and the nook by my desk, if a book doesn't fit on a shelf somewhere, it's time to weed. Who knows? Maybe I could weed the picture book collection enough to keep the Christmas books out permanently. But that's a chore for another day.
For now, I'm off to sit in my favorite chair and ponder some of life's other little mysteries while savoring a cup of tea and the Sunday paper.