ok. there's my bookcase. the bookcase itself - see how its got a yellow back and then bright white with a yellow stripe? keith did that for me, back in the beginning. it was my mother's bookcase. her brother made it for her when he was a teenager, so that would mean it is about 60 years old, give or take. if you look real closely, on the top left, are some black spots. those are shadows, because there is a chunk of wood missing. i had to fight and fight with keith to NOT fix that missing piece of wood. because that missing piece of wood was my mother's, and i didn't need it perfect.
her favorite color was yellow, and my favorite color is yellow. hers was yellow her whole life. mine was yellow, then green for a decade or so, then pink for a decade or so, and now yellow again. i used to have a smaller bookcase that went right on top of it, that i painted white, and decoupaged flowers from flower catalogs all over the back. it was pretty beautiful, but i gave it to a friend a few years back.
you see that the bookcase doesnt just hold books. originally when i moved in here, to keiths house, for a brief stop of a few months, it held no books. i have most of my stuff in boxes, still, bc i am not staying here, tho the few months have become over a year and a half already.
the desk on the right is a tiny rolltop desk, without the seat - the seat is in the living room, and it swivels to raise and lower. atop the desk sits my most prized possession. that LONDON sign. gift from the boy. i will tell the story another day.
i can see among the books a book about some art center's founder. I never read it.
I see Tiger Woods's How I Play Golf. that i kept out when i came here, in June. i credit this book for me being a way better putter than you would expect. speaking of which, i have an awesome pink putter now. i love it. i want a whole damn set, but that will have to wait.
i see Oprah's "how to live your best life" or something like that. someone pawned it off on me, and said i should read it. so its there. i have looked at it. i dont think it is lifechanging.
i see Pioneer Girl, laura ingalls very heavily annotated life story. i havent read all of it either, bc its hard, with all the notations. still, i am glad to have it. it is a prize.
i see the box on top, which holds all the laura ingalls books, all of them re-read in recent years, in preparation for a conference i was to go to last year, to lead a poetry workshop.
i see some golf balls won at my old job in golf tournaments. i never used them.
i see my camera i bought right before i got a cell phone, and i never use it bc you cant beat the cell phone for convenience.
i see a journal someone gave me, when my boy was in the hospital last year, to take notes in. i took no notes.
i see we alcotts, about louisa may and her family, presumably.
these arent my best books, tho i like them all, mostly at least. i didnt keep my books out when i moved in here, bc, again, temporary, and still temporary, tho not over yet. these are all books that came into my hands this year somehow or other. and i guess it has been a light year. understandably, i think.
my book is not on there. its in a box with its brethren.
i see a richard scarry book, but i dont remember which one, and i see a book called the know it all - its about a guy who set out to read an entire set of encyclopedias. its quite readable and fun.
on the top is a cookbook - ciro and sals, from provincetown. second one i have owned, possibly third. some great recipes in there.
and a confederacy of dunces, which i havent read, but my friend swears i will love.
some sweaters and scarves, and some shoes (where's the other clog??).
my mother's triple yahtzee game, in the bag, middle shelf left.
angela's ashes, david sedaris, james beard.
heidi's children (sequel to heidi, not written by johanna spyri)
yiddish policeman's union by michael chabon - best book i have read in a decade.
child's anthology of poetry.
wind in the willows.
some writing books.
a plaque that we always had growing up in my house, in honor of my sister who was profoundly retarded. it says, "if man should not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. let him step to the music he hears, however measured, or far away." i got this particular one at a yard sale, and the drawing of a girl on it looks remarkably like my sister.
there's more, but thats enough, i think.