I realized while packing up my kitchen today that this will be my THIRD move in a year. Last year just around now I was packing up boxes at my mother's house to move into my Salt Lake apartment with Teaspoon. I remember doing the packing of all my books, thinking I should really get rid of some of them to make for less hauling and less taking-up of space. I remember carefully deliberating and finally, lovingly, placing a single book on top of the pile for Goodwill. After which I'm pretty sure I remember chopping off my right hand and throwing it on top of the pile too, because that's what parting with one of my beloved books had felt like.
I would just like to say that today, in a feat of simplification while boxing up things for this move, I (ripped out my guts and) donated not one, but more than two dozen hard- and paperbacks to the Santa Cruz Public Library.
I was never really all that enamored of Longfellow, anyway.