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Treasures from the Towers of Hanoi
Mar. 5th, 2007 08:55 pmOne week today, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
durham_rambler celebrates a significant birthday; and six days from today, there will be a significant party. In the interim, we are doing significant housework. Furniture is being moved (and in extreme cases, disposed of). The linen press has been moved from the hall, but can't be put in the bedroom until the dresser from the bedroom has been moved to the spare room, which can't be done until the surplus furniture from the spare room has gone, and the items which are blocking the hall have been shifted. These items naturally include the linen press. And so forth. But progress is being made, much has been taken to the tip - and the pile of books has been moved from the foot of the stairs.
That particular pile consists of books which have not yet been read, and therefore cannot be shelved. It would be easier, in a way, if sorting through them had revealed that many of them were no longer wanted; but it was quite gratifying to discover how many books I have that I want - that I am impatient - to read. There is a rather beautiful copy of The Wizard of Oz, illustrated by Lisbeth Zwerger. There is the copy of Ann Cleeves' The Crow Trap that I was looking for. There is another copy of Flecker's Hassan (I swear I'm not trying to corner the market in this book; I just have trouble leaving it in booksales).
There are several books of Eleanor Farjeon, including The Children's Bells: I sat on the stairs and turned the pages, and kept finding things I wanted to post here. I'll settle for the title poem ( behind the cut )
durham_rambler celebrates a significant birthday; and six days from today, there will be a significant party. In the interim, we are doing significant housework. Furniture is being moved (and in extreme cases, disposed of). The linen press has been moved from the hall, but can't be put in the bedroom until the dresser from the bedroom has been moved to the spare room, which can't be done until the surplus furniture from the spare room has gone, and the items which are blocking the hall have been shifted. These items naturally include the linen press. And so forth. But progress is being made, much has been taken to the tip - and the pile of books has been moved from the foot of the stairs.That particular pile consists of books which have not yet been read, and therefore cannot be shelved. It would be easier, in a way, if sorting through them had revealed that many of them were no longer wanted; but it was quite gratifying to discover how many books I have that I want - that I am impatient - to read. There is a rather beautiful copy of The Wizard of Oz, illustrated by Lisbeth Zwerger. There is the copy of Ann Cleeves' The Crow Trap that I was looking for. There is another copy of Flecker's Hassan (I swear I'm not trying to corner the market in this book; I just have trouble leaving it in booksales).
There are several books of Eleanor Farjeon, including The Children's Bells: I sat on the stairs and turned the pages, and kept finding things I wanted to post here. I'll settle for the title poem ( behind the cut )
