Notes on migration

No, not migration of birds. Migration of stuff. Books to be more specific. When our older daughter moved out, I took over her bedroom with my books and desk and file cabinets. I never dreamed she would be moving so far away. I didn't even think Sarah would be moving far enough away to want to spend the night ever again.

Being that they have both moved, and return home from time to time....we are slowly trying to clear out that bedroom till we can set up a spare bed for them when they come home. I don't have a lot of books...I try my best not to buy too many. I try to find the ones I want to read at the library. Yet I have several books that I consider among my treasures. Most of the ones that are fiction, I don't mind moving downstairs.

However, even some of those I want up here. Plus there are the non-fiction books such as Sod & Stubble, and Grass of the Earth and several other books that are letters, or diaries about settling the prairie and the west, diaries of covered wagon women...I just cannot bare to put those where I cannot get to them. So, a slow migration of stuff has begun....I am trying to take my time and enjoy looking at the books and making decisions...

I see books that I think, oh, I want to read that again, or this one will remind me so much of home...just never enough hours in the day to read all I want and to blog all I want...so it is back to the job for me...

But I will leave you with this little video....

And no, it is not Lorelei...if you can believe that. It is a video my nephew sent me. I think it is so much fun to watch.