$$$Turn Your Extra Space Into Cash!!!$$$
For the last few Augusts in a row now, I've spent an immense amount of effort dealing with the question of my books. I own quite a number of them, you see -- the current prediction for this fall's harvest is about ten to eleven boxes worth. Pound for pound, they're easily the single largest element of my respectable body of possessions. Given that my coffee table is made from a massive slab of granite, this is saying something quite strong indeed.
Typically, my problem has just moving the sumbitches into my new place. Rounding up sturdy boxes, packing them with just the right balance of enough books but not too much weight, schlepping them across town, unpacking them, then spending an afternoon putting them back into their appropriate places on my shelves. Each fall I question why I go through the trouble of moving all these books, the vast majority of which are touched exactly twice annually during this great packing/unpacking cycle. Then I see them in their pretty little unpacked rows in my pretty little apartment and am overcome with a strong sense of fatigue from moving them. And thus the inquiry ends.
Now that I'm leaving for Nicaragua in a scant 20 days, the book question has resurfaced once again. Most of my nicer furnishings will now grace the Carolyn Blomberg Collection and the Leon Shambroom Gallery of Uptown, but a few things remain. My parents are willing to take a few boxes of random personal effects and such on, but considering that one is planning to move to another state or country before I get back and the other is already at about 125% capacity, I'm left with these...books.
Renting a storage locker for them for 27 months would be around $1200, which is probably more than the bastards are even worth at face value. Other options such as selling, donating, or burning them are possibilities, but to be honest I do rather like having books. My dad had a similar collection of books until about fifteen years ago, when a basement flood laid the whole collection to waste. To this day, he wanders around the house a broken and bookless man. I can't let that happen to me! I won't let that happen to me!
So that's where you all come in. If you happen to be able to give a decent temporary home to a dozen boxes of books, or know someone who can, do let me know. I have it on good authority that my shattered and bookless father would probably flip the storage-provider a c-note or so for their trouble. If you're not going anywhere for a few years and have space to spare, turn that dingy basement or storage locker into cash!
Typically, my problem has just moving the sumbitches into my new place. Rounding up sturdy boxes, packing them with just the right balance of enough books but not too much weight, schlepping them across town, unpacking them, then spending an afternoon putting them back into their appropriate places on my shelves. Each fall I question why I go through the trouble of moving all these books, the vast majority of which are touched exactly twice annually during this great packing/unpacking cycle. Then I see them in their pretty little unpacked rows in my pretty little apartment and am overcome with a strong sense of fatigue from moving them. And thus the inquiry ends.
Now that I'm leaving for Nicaragua in a scant 20 days, the book question has resurfaced once again. Most of my nicer furnishings will now grace the Carolyn Blomberg Collection and the Leon Shambroom Gallery of Uptown, but a few things remain. My parents are willing to take a few boxes of random personal effects and such on, but considering that one is planning to move to another state or country before I get back and the other is already at about 125% capacity, I'm left with these...books.
Renting a storage locker for them for 27 months would be around $1200, which is probably more than the bastards are even worth at face value. Other options such as selling, donating, or burning them are possibilities, but to be honest I do rather like having books. My dad had a similar collection of books until about fifteen years ago, when a basement flood laid the whole collection to waste. To this day, he wanders around the house a broken and bookless man. I can't let that happen to me! I won't let that happen to me!
So that's where you all come in. If you happen to be able to give a decent temporary home to a dozen boxes of books, or know someone who can, do let me know. I have it on good authority that my shattered and bookless father would probably flip the storage-provider a c-note or so for their trouble. If you're not going anywhere for a few years and have space to spare, turn that dingy basement or storage locker into cash!