Books, books, piles and piles of books...

That is what my life is all about. Or, so it seems. I am always surrounded by piles and piles of books.

I recently lowered my piles and piles of books in the church library by getting over fifty ready for circulation. I have more than that still to go, and I carried over a new stack of 12 yesterday.

I have a large stack of music books to go through. I found dozens and dozens of old piano books for 10 cents, and just could not pass them up. If you have ever purchased music books, they are EXPENSIVE, and usually contain only a few songs that I'm actually interest in. I do not know what I'm going to do with them, except maybe start a music book section in the church library. I might roll an old piano in there too. Just dreaming out loud here...

Friday I found a Robert Louis Stevenson "A Child's Garden of Verses" illustrated by Tasha Tudor. For 10 cents. I also found a lot of stuff I wanted to have when I home schooled, but could not afford them at the time. So, I now own the first set of "English from the Roots Up" cards. I passed on a newer edition of Saxon algebra, for 25 cents. I think that if someone stumbled into my house from the street, they would think they had landed in a library. Suprisingly enough, I haven't "Dewey Decimaled" my private collection, but I seem to know where everything is. (everything is in a pile...somewhere...)

This week I finished reading "Gilead" by Marilynne Robinson. It is wonderful. Tonight I start "Pilgrim at Tinker Creek" by Annie Dillard. I'm still in the middle of reading four others.

I have friends who haven't a visible book in their homes. I just don't understand. I try. But, I just don't understand. The Husband God Gave Me understands. He is envious of those friends.