Today I have cleaned my bookshelves as my major job - and a major job it turned out to be as one by one I had interruptions either phone or door bell. Finally the door bell rang and it was a friend - she came in, we socially distanced and had a coffee - and I felt much less stressed afterwards. Afternoon was no different, a friend brought my medication from the chemist, my Amazon book came, my son's computer came, I had a Zoom booked for 4.30 and had trouble getting on to the site. I had already had a bad night's sleep so that has not helped. But cleaning out the books and putting them in some sort of
shelf order I came across a paper on which I had typed up this verse. I don't know where I found it; I suspect someone else posted it on their blog (Thelma springs to mind) but it sums up things today so well that it is worth repeating:
Lines from an Anglo-Saxon poem 'The Wanderer'
All is troublesome
in this earthly kingdom.
The turn of events changes
the world under the heavens.
Here money is fleeting,
here friend is fleeting,
here man is fleeting,
here kinsman is fleeting.
All the foundations of this world
turn to waste.
Can't help thinking it was ever thus.
The top photograph is after and the bottom one is before the tidy. I have grouped all the Poetry books together, all the Nature books toget sher and all the Travel Books together. Most of the novels, cookery and art books are on my other set of shelves. Alright it doesn't look all that different but at least I now know more or less where everything is (for the time being at least.) Sorry about the fuzziness - due to my shake.