Inside, there was an absolute wall--we're talking room-divider size--of cardboard cartons of books. Yow! Even the book-happy among us quailed a bit at that. And there were already quite a few books on the sorting shelves needing to be priced and move out to the store.
But we dug in. There really was some good stuff in there, all kinds of books...sometimes when there's a big load like that, they're all one kind of thing. Like somebody's entire self-help library from the 1980's. This was more of a mix. Of course there were
But the only things that Mama Squirrel actually ended up buying were three Northrop Frye books, ones we didn't have: Words with Power, Spiritus Mundi, and Northrop Frye on Shakespeare. Yeah!
Did the book mountain shrink at all? Just a bit. Mama Squirrel estimates that she cleared out between six to eight cartons in three hours, which does not sound like a lot, but we had to spend time pricing and shelving what was already there plus what came out of the boxes. And then the receiving guys brought more in...
Ponytails helped Mama Squirrel some with the books, and then helped another volunteer price VHS movies...lots and lots of them. Crayons tidied toys and did some miscellaneous jobs. I think she helped with the movies too.
The Apprentice (who had been working all day at the hair salon) picked us up after four, Mama Squirrel slid some fish sticks in the oven to go with Crockpot vegetables and salad, Mr. Fixit came home, and we all went out to look at a potential new Treehouse (don't get too excited, it was just a look) and to pick up bananas and milk. The wind was starting to blow and it was just spattering rain when we got home. Mr. Fixit and The Apprentice started putting together a new bookcase for her room that arrived yesterday morning (the bookcase, not the room). (Mama Squirrel is getting the old bookcase, and she's happy about that.) Mama Squirrel found some funky jazz to listen to on the CBC.
And then our real evening entertainment?