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avanta7Spouse went yard-saling (sale-ing? sailing? [grin]) yesterday morning. He was out the door by 7:30 am, armed with cash and a willing spirit. I, on the other hand, stayed home and slept an extra hour before getting up and making coffee.
I had just started my second cup when spouse came through the door from the garage, shouting, "Come help me, woman! I have books!"
And lo, he had books. The entire trunk was full, the back seat was stacked to the headliner, and boxes of books rode shotgun in the passenger seat as well.
We carried them into the house. Then, the initial sorting began.
Anything intact but not in good enough shape for him to sell went into a BookCrossing pile for me to sort.
After sorting, the box of to-be-registered books.
Anything I didn't want went into a box for Goodwill. Anything too dirty to be cleaned or too damaged to be repaired or otherwise made presentable went into a box for the recycle bin.
Two boxes for Goodwill on the left, one box for recycling on the right.
All others were laid out on the floor to be more closely inspected and, if they make the cut, to be uploaded to spouse's eBay store. The total haul was over 600 books, and they were everywhere.
On the floor in rows...
In boxes...
In stacks...
On the table...
On the windowsill...
And, naturally, piled up by the man himself, hard at work.
*sigh*
We need more bookshelves. Again.
I had just started my second cup when spouse came through the door from the garage, shouting, "Come help me, woman! I have books!"
And lo, he had books. The entire trunk was full, the back seat was stacked to the headliner, and boxes of books rode shotgun in the passenger seat as well.
We carried them into the house. Then, the initial sorting began.
Anything intact but not in good enough shape for him to sell went into a BookCrossing pile for me to sort.
After sorting, the box of to-be-registered books.
Anything I didn't want went into a box for Goodwill. Anything too dirty to be cleaned or too damaged to be repaired or otherwise made presentable went into a box for the recycle bin.
Two boxes for Goodwill on the left, one box for recycling on the right.
All others were laid out on the floor to be more closely inspected and, if they make the cut, to be uploaded to spouse's eBay store. The total haul was over 600 books, and they were everywhere.
On the floor in rows...
In boxes...
In stacks...
On the table...
On the windowsill...
And, naturally, piled up by the man himself, hard at work.
*sigh*
We need more bookshelves. Again.
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Date: Jun. 25th, 2006 11:55 pm (UTC)