Yesterday I made progress. I installed a bookshelf and dusted off books that have been in boxes for years. In fact, I haven’t had my books out since 2006. I shipped them to Sweden in 2000, shipped them back in 2009, put them into storage and then shipped them to L.A. in October. I tore up boxes that had my ex-husband’s initials on them. You gotta respect a box that lasts 15 years. One box, the kind paper is sold in, from circa 2000, made it across the Atlantic in a shipping container (book rate) – and back. If you’ve ever shipped books internationally, you know why they put your box in a big canvas mail bag. If your books arrive dry, you’re a happy camper.
Oh! Larousse Gatronomique. Oh, my collection of M.F.K. Fisher books! How I missed them.