Working at a bookshop and decluttering
Decluttering is one of those words that my spelling dictionary does not recognize because it describes a new social situation: books and toys have become cheap and houses wildly expensive, so there are lots of people who can afford to buy the things that were beyond their parents’ budgets when they were kids, but can’t afford to buy increasingly large houses to house them in.
I volunteer oat the Oxfam Bookshop on Saturday afternoons and help sort saleable books from those that will have to be sent to the special farm. I figure this is good practice for when I come to winnow my own bookshelves. The problem is it is hard to get stuck in to this sort of think on one’s own.
This weekend not one but two of my friends dropped round separately to help me out, which is great because two of us get far more done than I do on my own, but does mean that after a day that starts with sorting out the greenhouse (and its many ant metropolises) and ends with hauling out boxes of comics for filleting and sorting, I am a bit tired. Tired but on the way to being a little less cluttered.
I volunteer oat the Oxfam Bookshop on Saturday afternoons and help sort saleable books from those that will have to be sent to the special farm. I figure this is good practice for when I come to winnow my own bookshelves. The problem is it is hard to get stuck in to this sort of think on one’s own.
This weekend not one but two of my friends dropped round separately to help me out, which is great because two of us get far more done than I do on my own, but does mean that after a day that starts with sorting out the greenhouse (and its many ant metropolises) and ends with hauling out boxes of comics for filleting and sorting, I am a bit tired. Tired but on the way to being a little less cluttered.