Rob, there are so many wonderful books I'd like to buy, read, thumb through. Over the Christmas holidays I began painting my living room. The greatest chore was to empty the book shelves, pull forward the shelving and then return everything to its former spot. I got sidetracked, thumbing through my art books and at the end of the holidays, I still wasn't finished. All those books! I plan to move to the Baltic coast of Poland when I retire in some 38 months. I already dread transporting all those books! But how can one toss out books?!!
Don't speak about it!
Today I decided to start to do some early spring cleaning, not because it may soon be that time of year, but because as often happens, I think about the task facing me if this apartment finds a buyer. I want to leave with the least possible baggage! The stuff you find: I discovered a couple of wedding pictures and had the shock of my life seeing how young we both looked: kids! That was depressing enough, and then I found some shots I'd made during a recce in France, with my wife standing in as model for some locations, just to show the client what the place looked like. I'd forgotten all about those pics... lumps in the throat, then. I discovered a tiny book about Van Gogh - in Italian - so my mother must have bought it on a trip long, long ago.
If anybody wants some double, unused scart plug cables... I have loads of Hi-Fi stuff that duplicated stuff the system already had; I also discovered two small loop aerials. I found a couple of rolls of Ektachrome with flash exposure tests, my poor put-upon daughter standing there holding aparture numbers. I really thought all of that material had been dumped before we came out here! I also found myself surprised seeing just how small 6x6 Hassy frames look, and how tiny the little indents!
I have a bag full of books for the charity shop; one I have to keep because my wife had written her name inside it. Reminds me of those days when the neoghbours were all great folks, and we used to swap books all the time...
There's not a lot of pleasure sifting through one's life and wondering where to cut emotional connections and where to keep things.