They had to cut down a huge old tree that grew in front of the local gay/lesbian/queer/trans/etc. community center, where I am teaching a poetry class. It makes me a little sad every time I walk past there because I used to enjoy seeing the rainbow flag peeking out under the branches. I guess it was a problem, though. The tree was growing right up against the porch. But losing this one big tree has got me thinking about how I’d really like to plant some lovely oak or maple or something in front of our house here, but the yard is so small, there’s probably not really room for one. Maybe a small tree? I could settle for that, probably. A fruit tree? An ornamental tree? And I wonder whether that little pine tree we planted at the last house will survive. One of the hard parts about renting houses is that you have to leave your garden behind when you move.
But, anyway trees: Do you believe that trees can speak to you? Or that a tree can hug you back when you put your arms around it? Sometimes I do almost believe these things, even though I find it difficult to be a believer in general. But I do feel peaceful around trees. It could be just the clean air and the shade or it could be something more.
S and I found out recently that our landlady is selling the house we live in, so now we’re getting ready for yet another move. I never thought that I would be as nomadic as I’ve ended up so far in my adult life. We’ve moved about once a year since college. I’m resigned to this next move, but there are parts of it that are rather difficult. Getting rid of books, for instance. I just love to own piles and piles of them, even ones that I know I’ll never read, or ones that I have read but likely won’t read again. And I’ve been acquiring them like crazy over the past year because I thought we would be here longer and because I can’t help browsing the free book cart in the lobby of the library every time I go there. Not to mention the book sale at the library, and the book sections at my two favorite thrift stores. At least I’ve been spared the danger of having a decent used book store in town!
So, S and I are planning to have a yard sale next weekend. Our criteria for removing books from our collection is that we’re either unlikely to read them or else if we did want to read that title, it wouldn’t be difficult to get from a library. That means goodbye to some classics, goodbye to some random ones that could be great, goodbye to random ones I only picked up because I thought the title was funny (see below), goodbye to some that have been on the shelves for a long time, and goodbye to some we just got last week. I promised myself before starting to sort them that I would be brutal. There’s a good chance that we’ll be moving into a smaller apartment than this one. Also, books are very heavy to carry. And we’re paring down our clothing, art supplies, cds, furniture, and everything else we own with the same brutality. I just feel saddest about the books.
So, Goodbye to this: Sometimes I feel like a Blob
And Goodbye to this: Your First Romance