You might think me sacreligious
8 Apr 2026 08:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wayfaringwordhackFor three days, I have been sorting books, books that were left to me by the previous owners of the house, books that have been taking up space both mental and physical here since 2017, and my task is not yet done. I have come to the conclusion I will not read many of them--have zero desire to, in fact--and some of the many are not fit to pass on to others. (rimturse actually knows of what I speak in this regard. )
Anyhow, they have burdened me for too long. Too, too long, and I am sick of it. The unfit have been sorted into the basket of fire-starter for our wood stove, and I have packed boxes and boxes and boxes of the rest to send to their new home on Sunday. A kind friend who likes to read has offered to take them off my hands and dispose of them herself if they don't interest her. I will finally have room to put my OWN stuff and will not have to deal with book clutter everywhere.
Of course it has been a horrendous job for my dust allergies, and my meds are not proving sufficient to the task. Still, I cannot wait for Sunday and will carry on cleaning until then! I can't load the car with them just yet, even though I badly want to, because my kids are in the south with their grandmother and I will pick them up on Saturday.
As of now, our plans are still to return to Lebanon on the 15th, but today was not a good day for that country, making our trip tenuous. But look what I found today, as I cleaned, one of my world atlases with a colored pencil used as a bookmark (*winces*):
The pencil must have been in there since 2021 when we were showing the kids where Lebanon was (Liban, since it is in French).
I don't know what is going to happen to our life there. Will it just end like this, with the kids and I unable to go back? Will I not be able to get my surgery? Our traveling shoes are in limbo. Too much to wonder and worry about, honestly. Off to bed I go. Tomorrow is another day, and I can only take them as they come.
rimturse actually knows of what I speak in this regard. ) Anyhow, they have burdened me for too long. Too, too long, and I am sick of it. The unfit have been sorted into the basket of fire-starter for our wood stove, and I have packed boxes and boxes and boxes of the rest to send to their new home on Sunday. A kind friend who likes to read has offered to take them off my hands and dispose of them herself if they don't interest her. I will finally have room to put my OWN stuff and will not have to deal with book clutter everywhere.
Of course it has been a horrendous job for my dust allergies, and my meds are not proving sufficient to the task. Still, I cannot wait for Sunday and will carry on cleaning until then! I can't load the car with them just yet, even though I badly want to, because my kids are in the south with their grandmother and I will pick them up on Saturday.
As of now, our plans are still to return to Lebanon on the 15th, but today was not a good day for that country, making our trip tenuous. But look what I found today, as I cleaned, one of my world atlases with a colored pencil used as a bookmark (*winces*):
The pencil must have been in there since 2021 when we were showing the kids where Lebanon was (Liban, since it is in French).
I don't know what is going to happen to our life there. Will it just end like this, with the kids and I unable to go back? Will I not be able to get my surgery? Our traveling shoes are in limbo. Too much to wonder and worry about, honestly. Off to bed I go. Tomorrow is another day, and I can only take them as they come.
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