anxiousI cleaned off the Barb-piano, which will be moving at some unspecified time in the future. Probably not moving out of the house-- she doesn't have room in her midget place for a piano, much as I'd like to make it go away, but I agreed to keep it in the house as long as I could. Of course, if I have to sell the place, all bets are off.
I'm taking down the bookshelves that were over the radiators on the sides of the fireplace. I'm goiung to be getting rid of some of the books and keeping others, but I suspect I may be getting rid of more than I'm keeping. I have a lot of technical manuals that I'm going to want to keep, programming books and the like. Quite a bit of sci-fi paperbacks that might go on the chopping block, and possibly soon. As much as I love the books, I haven't read them in a few years, and I can live without them.
This is difficult. I'm breaking out of patterns that were ingrained for many years, having to deal with balancing the old need-to-keep with the get-it-out mentality of the newer marmot. And I can feel the fighting happening. It's a lot like intellect vs. emotional connection, and it's tearing me apart.
Okay, not really. But it is stressful.
Back to the grind. Grind, grind, grind...
Edit: I've talked with Barb, and she agrees to sell the piano.
Wow.
