Drove myself yesterday to to the job I'd been dreading: the big bookcase in the front hall by the door. It was full of magazine boxes, which were full of... all sorts of things: stories I'd published, random fannish magazines, cookbooks, history, origami, books too big to fit in other bookcases....  One by one I went through it all and either trashed it or found another place for it. Mostly on top of the shelving in the bedroom.  The bedroom looks a little more crowded now, but still passable.

So then I lugged the emply bookcase down to the basement. It was falling apart as if it had been the books holding it together.

Then I moved my pantry shelves to that space, and put a pretty Japanese print of a sparrow over it, and moved the wicker stool to the place where the pantry had been.

I now have a nice hallway.

Not that the hallway is done, no, not by any means. I have to clear out the closet.  But not, I think, today.  Maybe not even this year.  The kitchen should be the next focus.

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