Easy like Sunday Morning
Sunday morn arrives quiet at Mom's house; the rare peace of a t.v. turned off. She sits and reads, anxious to read through her collection of hundreds of unread read books. We are cataloging her abundant library, and she expressed surprise at just how many of the books she had not yet read.
at 800 books in, we entered approximately a third of her fiction collection into the spreadsheet. She is pleased to note that she has read hundreds of them, and inspired to make her way through the remaining titles.
While the works is intensive, and the lifting and dusting abundant, I am thoroughly enjoying sharing this task with Mom.
Books - and my love of reading, words and undoubtedly writing, were inspired by Mom's love of books. When I think back on my youth and teenage years, I recall fondly trips to bookstores with Mom to browse and buy books. I remember the house being full of books and tons of time spent reading.
Even now, as her sight blurs, she proudly asserts, "I read a book a day."
at 800 books in, we entered approximately a third of her fiction collection into the spreadsheet. She is pleased to note that she has read hundreds of them, and inspired to make her way through the remaining titles.
While the works is intensive, and the lifting and dusting abundant, I am thoroughly enjoying sharing this task with Mom.
Books - and my love of reading, words and undoubtedly writing, were inspired by Mom's love of books. When I think back on my youth and teenage years, I recall fondly trips to bookstores with Mom to browse and buy books. I remember the house being full of books and tons of time spent reading.
Even now, as her sight blurs, she proudly asserts, "I read a book a day."
Thanks for sharing.
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