The book problem

I decided to post every day in December - having missed two days at the beginning of November and therefore not having fully completed NaBloPoMo - so I'll continue to do so despite having nothing much to report. (Sorry.) Christmas Day duly happened, bringing lots of lovely books. The only snag is: where on earth am I going to put them?

Alexander McCall Smith has been wondering recently on the radio how people arrange their books: alphabetically (nice in principle but then you'd need to shift them all along every time you got a new one); by colour (no good unless you're positive that you remember the colour of every cover of every book you might want to find and anyway a bit silly?); by genre (that's the one I sort of adhere to); by author (yes, within the genre I put all the books by one author together). I don't think I heard the beginning of his broadcast but I do remember that he has a "guilt pile" of books that he feels he ought to read, but doesn't.

I do have one of them from time to time. It lives on my bedside table, though doesn't currently exist. (That's a bit of an impossible sentence, isn't it?)

I think I'm going to have to be firm and Get Rid of Some Books. Because even after I did this not all that long ago, the spaces soon got filled up and now we're down to the horizontal-books-on-top-of shelves phenomenon. (But I like my books.)

Yes, I do have a Kindle. And this would be the solution. (But I like real books. Though I feel I should - might actually - grow to love the Kindle.)

Anyway, Son came down to lunch yesterday, thus reducing the average age at the table by - can't be bothered working it out, but quite a lot. Which was nice. (The girls were with their in-laws in the Deep South.) But today has been v-e-r-y q-u-i-e-t. At least, it was quiet in Life Towers. Mr Life drove up to Perth in a van to take some spare family furniture to Son for the house that he and his wife-to-be have recently bought and to help him to assemble a bed . But here - I dusted and tidied a bit and changed the bed and did some washing and suchlike thrills. Zzzzzzzzz.
Here's a picture of Son, not yesterday but a few days ago. Cassie is on his back.

I do sometimes think that maybe I shouldn't post pictures of him because suppose you read my blog and then found that he was about to treat you as a doctor. Would that be odd? Would you trust your doctor less if you'd seen photos of him with a cat on his back or standing in the kitchen wearing his sister's wedding tiara?

And that's probably all I have to say. Till tomorrow. (Don't interpret this as a cliff-hanger promising exciting events to come. Though you never know... .)