Thursday, July 25, 2013

It's Not Really a Problem

When I clean the house now (an activity that often gets pushed to the backburner in favour of more enjoyable pursuits, not the least of which are reading and writing), I find small pieces of paper from work scattered everywhere: bookcase shelves, the ironing board, the coffee table, the desk, our clothing drawers. What's written on these scraps? The titles of books I want (need) to read. A ridiculous pile (okay, piles) of books sit unread or partially read at home, waiting for me to pick them up and devour them with gusto. After knocking the piles over a number of times, I've finally cleared a few shelves off and now have three shelves--yes, three full shelves--of unread and in-progress books.

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