Over the last several days I have been using nearly every free second I’ve had to pack…a box here, a box there. The packing of my house needs to be a process, drawn out over several weeks, because if I wait until the last minute on this I will be in a heap of trouble. Sure, I could probably make a packing blitzkrieg of it and get it all done in just a day or two…if I didn’t have three little boys just dying to help. The “help” I’ve gotten so far has proved largely counterproductive, but I let them participate nonetheless. And then I have to take care of said boys as well…it’s too bad I can’t just put my life on “pause” right now and do nothing but pack and prepare, but that’s not going to happen.
At least 20 boxes have been filled with books, and I’m still finding more throughout the house. We seriously have too many books, but my husband has an obsession and I have no choice but to support him in it. After all, there are far worse things he could be obsessed with. Still, a couple of days ago I thought I would be packing books forever! In the midst of the mundane, though, I happened upon this delightful surprise: The Closing of the American Mind (How Higher Education Has Failed Democracy and Impoverished the Souls of Today’s Students), by Allan Bloom. I have heard this book referenced at least twice recently and have thought it’s one that I should look into buying…I had no idea that we actually already owned it. As I was stacking books in a box my eye caught the image above, literally just the author’s name sticking out under a pile. That name is familiar, I thought… why? I pulled out the book and instantly recognized the title. Awesome! Needless to say, it didn’t end up getting packed after all; instead it went into the ever-growing stack of books to be kept out of the boxes, for my reading pleasure over the summer (I won’t have access to most everything I pack for the next few months).
Also in my stack of summer reading: His Excellency, George Washington; George Washington, The Founding Father; The Last of the Mohicans; Roanoke, The Abandoned Colony; The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin; Thomas Jefferson; The Holy Temple; America Alone; and State of Fear. I probably won’t get to them all, but I certainly won’t be wanting for ample reading material, and that’s a good thing.
Interesting tidbit: one measure that my husband uses to gage the success of his day is how many pages of a particular book he has read. If I relied on such a measure most of my days would be deemed miserable failures.