I have no idea where those kids of mine got the idea that I needed another bookshelf, but after supper on Father’s Day, in they walked with a cardboard box that contained the little beauty you see here on the right. It had to be assembled, of course. And so I spent the rest of the evening reliving the toils, troubles, and ultimate success I enjoyed recently with my tall bookcase. Despite the jumbled diagrams, the work went well — until the very end, when once again the neighborhood was treated to a bit of choice vocabulary.
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Now, as you can see, this bookcase is almost full. And to make a place for it, I had to move one of my mother’s old decorative tables to the opposite side of the room, making the parlor that much more crowded. A dramatic improvement, in my opinion. The shelf next to it is the one I bought at Goodwill a few months ago for $7.95. Beyond that is the bookcase my brother and I made for our mother many years ago in a shop class. The books in it are most of those she collected over the years. Where will the next bookcase go? Time will tell.
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