Moving, pt. 2

The cats have come out of hiding. They still aren’t totally at ease. Ziva rubs against us more insistently, and she swipes her paw at Jasper as if he were a stranger. Jasper paces and wails when one of us takes a shower. He is like the Llorona of Latin American lore.

Karin & I have been improving the house by bringing things over from the apartment in a piecemeal fashion. Tonight, in Karin’s Corolla, we brought over more things for the kitchen and bathroom, as well as five boxes of books.

I’ve begun a project that I haven’t tried to do since high school, which is to organize my library. Its main categories are (1) literature, (2) philosophy, (3) history, (4) religion, and (5) books for children. Within these divisions, I’ll admit a few ad hoc subcategories, but the usual rule will be to alphabetize by the authors’ surnames. The idea is to put all the books into order and then to begin winnowing. The winnowed books will go into storage (but they will be cataloged). This is an enormous project. But perhaps it will make the library easier to use.