A change of plans

 Before I went to bed last night, I reviewed my plan for the week. Monday I would shop, which involves a minimum of three stores. Tuesday I would vote, then finish winding the warp onto the loom. And the rest of the week I simply would attend to business.

My first peek from the window this morning changed that plan. Today's high is forecast to be 44, which is a decent amount of heat given sunshine and no snow. Tomorrow's forecast is for 53 and sunshine. Is that an omen, or what?

Tomorrow I will vote and shop. If there is energy left, I will commence tying on the ends I wound today, for I finished the last seven bouts. Two on Saturday, three on Sunday and the balance today.

The project that precipitated the tumble that hurt my back is also close to a wrap. I recorded the ISBN number and the first word of the title of each book I own. I am going to try reselling my books at sell back your book.com.

I again own far too many books. My best method of dispensing with them has gone the way of Covid. Our local library is barely open, and their best method of using donations to raise money is gone for now. Friends of the Library have not held a book sale once in 2020. Gone are the days I could empty a shopping bag of books on the library's counter.

Here's a good story from a recent book sale by Friends of the Library. They had a surplus. More books than they could deal with. So the first day of the sale would feature free books. They set up a twenty by twenty foot tent on the lawn, with aisles of tables and boxes of books. Probably a thousand square feet of free books, since there were three rows of boxes on each line of tables.

In the middle of the night the director of the library had a phone call from a Peninsula police officer. The officer was very sorry to wake the director, but...on patrol the officer saw many flashlights illuminating quite a few people inside the tent. On investigation, he found citizens going through boxes and accumulating armloads of books. Some people already left. What did the director advise?

And the director chuckled and said "Well, the books are free."

He did ask the officer to check the tent when he didn't see any more browsers, and be sure the tent was secure. Peninsula being Peninsula, the last one out did secure all the zips. Tidy as expected come morning. Empty boxes stacked under the tables and the remaining books redistributed to restock the display.