Therre was a time when books were precious. When reading was a skill afforded to rich men. And even then, to own one book was precious.
Today I cataloged 128 books into Librarything. I still have another large bookcase. I haven't even touched the cook books. I did this now because I've been meaning to do it and I thought it smart to enter the titles while I packed the books. I have 14 boxes packed. 6 less than the goal I set for myself on Friday. It is still a start. I can almost walk in my office. the pile of things to be rid of grows. One thng at a time. In my mind everything is packed. I am living off the minimum. some clothes, toiletries, my spinning wheel.
I am not out of boxes, but I am out of places to put them. And the housekeepers come tomorrow. I need to clear floorspace so they can vacume. I need to find the couch. It's firghtening when the bathroom is the cleanest room in the house. The only room when you don't have to climb over stuff in order to walk. One thing at a time. One box at a time.