So let me tell you about my July.

We have been in this house (the one and only I've ever owned) for nigh on 30 years now. It's not a big house, but it was just big enough in which to raise a couple of sons, and the location is perfect. We are the original owners. So husband decided this summer that it was about damned time we redo the upstairs carpet. A good call, to be honest. The issue was that the carpet people would move furniture, but everything had to be empty.

Well now. You know how many books I had upstairs? Oh, 2000, give or take (and only about a third read, because I am an obsessive bookaholic, yo). OK, it was time to bite the bullet and admit that there are not enough years left to me to actually get through all these, even if I never buy another book again (which ain't never gonna happen). So I had to make the cull. But first of all, I had to get all the damned things downstairs.

Grocery bag after grocery bag went down. It was like stairmaster with weights. After the carpet went in, about a forth of them went back up again. but the rest had to go somewhere. Because I am surely not throwing them away (I only tossed old textbooks and education books, because seriously? Have you ever read one of those? Blech.). All I could figure out was Goodwill, but they are reeeallly not enthused by books. So I have been driving hither and yon, to any Goodwill center remotely in my area, trying to pawn off a couple of bags at a time, and generally receiving the hairy eyeball for my efforts. Been fun. At least I'm starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel, about 4 more bags left to go.

Good news is I am going back to school in far better physical shape than I have been in many a year.

Of course, the other issue is that I am a sewer, and thus a fabricholic. My sewing room was also upstairs. Let's not even go there. :P