Empty Shelves Make Me Sad

 

I grew up with books filling the shelves. My mom was a voracious reader and passed that onto me. Starting as soon as I could read, I had books galore. The first ones were kid’s books that I inherited from my older cousin. As time went on, I acquired more of my own. I had two bookcases in my bedroom that were completely filled. I also regularly got several books at the library every other week or so.

 

Yard sales, used book stores, wherever they were available, books came home with me.

 

I have seen many, many articles about minimalism, Marie Kondo advice, downsizing, etc. It seems the first things that you are recommended to toss are books. Anathema! Blasphemy! An empty shelf has NO SOUL!! Some of the examples show a few books flanked by plants and/or maybe a knickknack or two. And plenty of space.

 

Now, you all know about my “thing” about cats and cats stuff. I have TONS of cat stuff that I like to display. I have 2 shelves in the family room where I have a nice display of cat stuff that I like to rotate. Same with the fireplace mantle. The rest of ALL THE OTHER SHELVES are filled with books. Family room, front room, guest room, craft room, hallway. Books, books, books. Where possible, I MIGHT have a kitty figurine or two on the front of the shelf in front of some of the books. If there is ANY empty space in a bookcase, it is quickly filled with a book or two…or three.

 

The only change I have been making lately is starting to winnow through the books when I read them, especially if it’s a second read. I decide if I truly intend to read the book again. I have favorites that I will never get rid of, but I know there are ones that I can let go.

 

Now…what will I do with the empty spaces…?

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Random Thought:

If you Google “askew” the entire page will tilt…go ahead and try it…

 

 

A Sad Realization

 

AKA – No, I’m not addicted to my phone!

 

I admit that I don’t care that I don’t wear a watch anymore. Even if I don’t have my phone on me, or it’s not handy, all I have to do is ask, “What time is it?” and SOMEONE nearby will look at their phone and tell me.

 

In the past, I would make sure I had a book with me whenever I went out of the house. Mainly for doctor appointments, but on other occasions also. I couldn’t stand the idea of being idle without a book to pass the time. And now, I have a LOT of doctor appointments, but I realized with shock recently that I no longer cared if I had a book on me or not.

 

I had my phone. Games. Internet access and the vast playground open to me. I still prefer a book, especially at the doctor’s office when I’m waiting for the doctor to “be with me in just a minute!” And the time goes by… Even if I was in my undies on the table with one of those cute fashionable paper gowns on, I would usually have a book with me. No so much anymore. And I find that sad.

 

Not gonna give up my books though…

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Random Thought:

From the clock’s perspective, the hands spin counter-clockwise.

 

Good Friday 2025