I do not know why it is so hard to let go of things. I am no different. There is always another book or CD. I can never have enough. Let us talk about books only.
We have too many in this house. The bookcases are bursting from the seams. There are also boxes of books all over the house. And it is difficult for us to give away any one.
I want to give some away but a lot are not mine so I can’t make a decision unilaterally to part with those. I have reasoned with my other stating when you have too many unfortunately the superb books all too easily get lost or buried. The argument was futile.
Nothing has changed. I am also part of the problem: I keep bringing new ones in the house. I must have given my wife this year an half a dozen books for Christmas gifts. And my wife also gave me books for gifts.
I am at wits end. Some book shelves are doubled up. As many as I have if I can not find a particular book I go a little crazy although I am usually successful in finding the book although I might take me awhile.
A running joke is Bob Dylan’s autobiography. I keep misplacing that book although I have looked high and low for it. He is just plain elusive. I might have to buy another copy.
I read in all positions–standing up lying down even walking. The bathroom must have almost two dozen books on the shelves there. I can’t miss any opportunity to read.
Someone is going to have a real job deciding what to do with our book collection. We can’t take them with us when we go.
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