Today I left this "bookcase" by the dumpster. I made it about fifteen years ago when I was living in a 280 sq ft studio and the five real bookcases weren't enough. This was "customized" for whatever bit of space I put it in at the time. For the last ten years it has served as shelving in my balcony patio storage space.
I left it next to the dumpster in hopes that someone else may get further use out of it. Maybe I should have sold it on Esty as a primitive?
Also gone, eleven books accepted in trade by the friendly neighborhood used bookstore. I'd have preferred cash, but I think they are just doing trades now. I'm planning to watch their inventory for some books I have that I've read until they are falling apart, and actually would be worth replacing.
Another item I "dealt" with is a card I bought two months ago. The intent was to write a nice letter/note to a high school instructor whose passion for his subject was phenomenal. I didn't go into the field, but never lost interest completely and I took a very enjoyable class on the topic last fall. So, I bought the perfect card, so I could tell him he'd been a lasting positive influence. As if it weren't tough enough to compose the damn thing, I decided I need to write it by hand. So I drafted it on the computer and wrote it out the old-fashioned way. It wasn't all that long, but probably took me an hour and a half. Anyway, I'm happy and surprised I got it done, because it is exactly the sort of thing where I would shuffle that card around for years, until it got warped and torn and stained and the intended recipient died, but instead I did it and it is in the mail.
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