Wednesday, January 1, 2014
So, yes, I spent the second half of my holiday sorting, filing, and piling. Three boxes to the goodwill, and seven bags to the recyclers. I won't frighten you with the story of the fridge. I know it was a year old, but honestly, there was no mold on it. Ain't homemade yogurt amazing. But I will tell you about the bookcases. I have several in varying sizes, most with doors on, which is good, that way the books are held in place by the latch. This doesn't stop me from getting more books, especially in the children's section of the library sale room...I can't resist the pictures. I recommend Wings by Shinsuke Tanaka. It has no words beyond the title and pictures that make me want to strive for greater skill.
When I have too many books they are piled on the floor under the bookcases...they also have feet as well as doors. And when the piles get to big I pull everything out, pick out what is ready for a new life and pack the bookcase puzzle back together. I find all kinds of treasures I have no seen in some time. The King's choice, retold by K. Shivkumar and illustrated by Yoko Mitsuhashi. Ah-choo by Mercer Mayer. Many others. And, a handmade book from Christmas of 1989. Written, illustrated, printed and assembled on Christmas Eve of that year by my co-workers at the Saskatoon Bookstore. It is made on the back of index cards used for the then high-tech filing system for the titles. The Lion who shot Bach, Little White School House, Last Hiding Place, and others. The story is about me trying to make the evening bus to get home for Christmas, and what I had to remember to take with me. I don't know who was getting a shirt for Christmas, but it figured large in the story. A very special limited edition.