It's official, I have hoarder's syndrome. I'm so done with packing stuff up...and we've been throwing MOUNTAINS of it away. We couldn't even be bothered with a garage sale or Goodwill. The workers at the renovation site next door have been poring through the various mountains, in the mornings usually, for the past few days, making off with dusty, broken, or stained booty. I'm sure our neighbors will be glad when we are done with the purge, and the mountains of ephemera stop appearing on the curb.Well, I just have to draw the line somewhere, and that line, apparently, is books. I just can't part with them. "Oh, I read that in 1974, can't throw away!" or "that's from your past stockbroker life, Steven; do you really want to lose all memory of that?!" are my usual refrains. This lovely pic is some textbook from Steven's college in Wuhan, and the gold embossed IBM/fortran embossed artwork makes this one a keeper. I have such low standards. Does anyone know what those kind of early computers are called? I know they have some clever name, but it escapes me...
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Sam, I used to feel like you do, but I have begun purging books. I give them to various local libraries, and they either sell them or put them on the shelves. I think that if just one person picks up my History of Kitsch book and reads it then it was worth it.
Well that's a nice thing to do. You're very sensible Dawn.
Yes, I do believe the hording thing is in our genes. Along with short tempers, diabetes risk...and who knows what all?
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