I may never come out. Paul Simon's lyrics haunt me, "I have my books/And my poetry to protect me;/ I am shielded in my armor,/Hiding in my room,/Safe within my womb. . . ." Good thing I'm not that anti-social. But I do enjoy sitting and pulling this or that old book I love from the shelves. I may cut back on my blogging as I read more. We'll see. . . .
|Even the "comfy chair" fits in the room well.|
|The closet is for family history materials.|
|Some of my oldest and most beloved books are in front of me at the desk.|
A library! I've always loved the public ones. And since reading Ray Bradbury, I had to have my own! I've collected books since my youth and had some great bookshelves, including the cinder block variety in my teenage and college (and young married) years. But I have never had a room solely dedicated to books. Now, I do.
One of the advantages of kids leaving home is that it opens up a little space. I had a college son get married this Spring (and leave!) and I was excited to turn that bedroom into a library! Then my daughter came back from college for the summer. Fine. We love her. These past two weeks, my freshman-age son left for college early to start band camp. And yesterday, we took my daughter back down to Provo. Our remaining nester is our 15-year-old who moved into the basement bedroom and we've been shuffling furniture the last two days.
I've been taking pictures, principally so I could remember where my books were on the shelves. But I just thought I might as well live-blog even if I'm already a ways into the process. I started to get emotional when I got to this point:
|It's going to work!|
And here's a picture of a staging area, the newly arranged room for grandkids' sleep-overs (once the books are cleared out):
|The little landing is kinda cool -|
except when you're moving things in or out of the basement
|To turn the impossible turn|