So there’s a lot of snow in Minnesota, and many people are experiencing leaks due to the charming and delightful physics of ice dams. Because my home library/office ceiling decided to start dripping water sometime Thursday morning, I joined the ranks of the leaking, damp, and annoyed. Homeownership is fun! (Luckily only three books were damaged, and none of them are irreplaceable; I shudder to think what would have happened if I had discovered the leak after work, rather than before.)
But because I had to pull all of the books off of two cases–as well as move several floor stacks–it got me thinking about my library. And its idiosyncratic organization. I know where my books are, and I can find what I want quickly, but Mr Lush is utterly stymied by it. I don’t think I’m ever going to embrace a strictly-alphabetical-by-author-system at home, but I might possibly be willing to consider a slightly more logical one.
I’ve been meaning to replace a skinny case with a larger one, and then reorganize everything, for quite a while. I was vaguely planning on perhaps doing this in the spring or summer, but things appear to have been bumped up a bit. This will also give me the opportunity to weed my collection; I really ought to get rid of a few books, if for no other reason that I’m running out of room to store them properly. And do I really and truly need to keep those college text books the bookstore wouldn’t buy back? Probably not. If I can weed ruthlessly at work with no compunctions, I can surely do it at home too.