Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #752 - Letting go of BOOKS
I am going through my books and trying to give away as many as possible ahead of our move to the west coast. I am giving up books that it hurts to give up, which I feel is the point of this purging exercise.
But it's difficult.
I know I am too tied to "my stuff," which I delineate as a concept unto itself, hence the quotes.
I would like to be less burdened, especially in hauling stuff across the country.
Recently, I "remodeled" my office, removing tons of stuff and clearing work spaces. It feels SO MUCH better than the stacks and piles of things I had before. And yet, I still want some stuff, mainly books, CDs (they play better than digital files), LPs (they have a different sound quality), and comic books.
All of this seems redundant and unnecessary in the modern world of digital things.
And yet, I still like books. I like paper. I like pages. I like the utility. The no power portability. I like the way I can get all ten fingers in between book pages and flip about at will without waiting for the computer to refresh the display. I like the smell. From old books to books that have gone musty to newish books to books with smelly ink and books with glossy, smelly paper, I love them all.
And then there's the books of child hood.
The books I have not looked at in 30 years.
The books I have carted around or loaded on shelves and forgotten about, books I have never read, and books I may never read.
There's fewer books that I actually "need" in book form. And fewer still that I should really keep.
And yet, all of that considered, there are more books that I want to keep and pay to have hauled west than my wife will keep from her library of books. We're different. She's literate and quite a wonderful writer, but I have always identified myself as a writer, a professional writer, and a teacher. I may be leaving both of these professions soon for a new profession (computer programming), and yet, books are a part of who I am.
I need my books. But how many books constitutes this idea of "my books"?
So far the give away pile is a little bigger than the keep pile, and I am not done yet.
Soon, there will be a "maybe" pile, a collection of books I move to Dad's and either get rid of later or move west later if I feel I have the space and want the burden of moving them again.
It's a process.
There must be pain involved or I am not doing it right.
This blog is in lo-fi mode as I pack and prepare to move. But, hey, at least I wrote some original content, right?
Thanks to Liesel for sharing this article with me.
FROM - http://lithub.com/on-the-heartbreaking-difficulty-of-getting-rid-of-books/
ON THE HEARTBREAKING DIFFICULTY OF GETTING RID OF BOOKS
SUMMER BRENNAN ATTEMPTS MARIE KONDO'S APPROACH TO TIDYING UP HER LIBRARY
Reflect and connect.
Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.
I miss you so very much, Mom.
Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.
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NOTE on time: When I post late, I had been posting at 7:10 a.m. because Google is on Pacific Time, and so this is really 10:10 EDT. However, it still shows up on the blog in Pacific time. So, I am going to start posting at 10:10 a.m. Pacific time, intending this to be 10:10 Eastern time. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom. But I am not going back and changing all the 7:10 a.m. times. But I will run this note for a while. Mom, you know that I am posting at 10:10 a.m. often because this is the time of your death.