Books Books Books

Oh, me tired.
Dad did come by this afternoon, with drill, and we put the rest of the pine shelves together, outside in the courtyard in the semi-sun.
Then I did another coat of estapol, and later when it was touch dry I moved it inside because of paranoid fear that if I left it outside it would get rained on. Well, it would have gotten dewed on anyway, which wouldn't have been good for it either.

So, more book reshelving + cataloguing in new black bookcase. Got to the end of the B's.
Then ran around like Durriman's donkey, trying to decide where books would go after black bookcase full, also trying to decide whether I should put normal books in its very tall bottom shelf or put tall books. Eventually I moved some tall books there, and moved other books out of another bookcase, they're all on the floor in the hall. (sigh)

Now that I've got books all over the floor, I'm not sure if I'd rather just shelve them and be done with it, or insist that no book should be shelved until it's catalogued. (sigh) Could take loooooong time. On the other hand, books lying around is motivation to get it done. On the third hand, books lying around is motivation to forget cataloguing and just shelve. (sigh)

Been winnowing things too. I just discovered that I had two copies of "Komarr" and "A Civil Campaign", so the hardbacks are now in the book-box. Though it's a wrench to part with the hardback of Komarr because it has such a nice cover (not the same as the paperback cover). I tell myself that I have the book there to read, not to look at the cover of, and for that purpose, a paperback is better. I'm still torn.
Mind you, the covers of the Vorkosigan books have varied wildly -- some are so completely unlike what the book is about that you wonder what on earth it was they told the artist. Doubly difficult when there have been some rather nice ones which unfortunately have someone who is meant to be Miles, who either (a) is tall and comely or (b) is the right stature but looks like he's twenty years older than Miles is meant to be.
Okay, I'm keeping it! It has Miles looking like he oughta, facing Ekaterin (both in profile), with Komarr as background. Very nice.

Here booky, booky, booky

Acch. Aching back. I've done to the end of the C's.
I think I'd better give up cataloguing. It occurs to me that people will be coming by on Tuesday and I'd better not have books lying around in the hallway then. (sigh)
Ah well, this will probably be another one of these ambitious projects started with a burst of enthusiasm and then never heard of again.

On the other hand, I must remember the words of Duncan and Methos, when Methos was hanging up pages of books to dry (the bookstore cellar had gotten flooded):
Duncan: It will take you years to sort this out!
Methos: You say that like it's a bad thing.

Da Books again

I have now reshelved them all. The corridor is notably narrower, and the book-box in the front hall has overflowed. The reason the corridor is narrower is that I decided to move one of the small bookcases from the study to the hallway, because it was so stuck behind where the computer was, that it wasn't all that comfy to look at the books in it. Maybe it's no more comfy now, but it's a change anyway.
Now all the fiction is together, which is a good thing -- I mean, I discovered that I had two copies of "The Lives of Christopher Chant" because one of them was with the paperbacks and the other one was with the hardbacks. Now all the paperbacks and hardbacks are together, and if the hardback doesn't fit on the shelf then I've put it sideways. Not that aesthetic, but tough. It is nice to have all of a series in one spot.

Maybe I will read one of the books I haven't read in a really really long time, like a Tarzan book or maybe one of the Limberlost books by Gene Stratton-Porter.