I spent most of today cleaning Julia's room. Julia didn't help much at first. You see, she'd become afraid to go into her room. Last night, she wouldn't even sleep in her room. She'd seen a camel cricket in there; to Julia, these insects are the greatest horror on the planet. She slept, whimpering slightly, in the TV room.
So, this morning, The Great Cleaning commenced. I used a rake. Usually a broom will suffice, but the depths of the piles of books-clothing-writingimplements-trash-legos-toys-stuffedanimals was just too unfathomable for my broom. A spring rake was brought. I raked everything -- everything -- into the hall. There we sorted. And I knew Julia would have to get rid of a great many books. Here's the pile she decided to abandon:
She really didn't keep that many books; I was surprised. I went through the rejects and kept all the ones I've been longing to keep. All the ones I want to have in the house for grandchildren someday. I've been anticipating saving reading books for my grandchildren ever since I began having children myself. Silly, I know.
And now!! I have A Grandchildren's Bookcase! Here it is:
While rooting about, I also discovered my little books. I love little books. Here's my collection. I've placed a small, brown Gideon New Testament pocket Bible on the right end, for size comparison.