Monthly Archives: April 2016

So, What’s Next?

After over a decade of trying to do the same thing, that is, getting rid of the store, I have no real idea what’s next?

I have a short story which is 1/2 done. A memoir that frankly I think will probably be a dead bore, but don’t quite know how to fix. And a house to paint. I have craft supplies I’m getting ready to sell in the new booth.

All chores. Not new directions, same old goals, just more easily accomplished now, well, more quickly if not easily.

So?

Other things I do: bead work, make area rugs, read too much, cover journals.

At 60+ I’m in a totally unique space: I have not got the kid shit holding me down/back, I won’t have the end of the bookstore holding me back.

I suppose the next thing to do is what needs doing most. That is still get rid of books.I know a guy in RI who will come and get them by the truck load, and I have bookstores in ME an IN who I promised books to, so getting those boxes off is the absolute next step. There’s a bookstore in MA who would like some too.

What do I WANT to do?

I want to plant the garden and paint inside the house!

Both of which can’t happen just yet. The house still has too much clutter, the walls need prepping AND we have to solve the “How does she get up there?” problem.I need to be able to stand, flat footed and deal with the top of our walls. I’m tiny. I don’t want to work on a ladder for hours, which I’d have to, and so it’s an issue.

First house DH and I cohabited, when he moved out, he’d painted the ceiling of his bedroom (we were roommates). I asked him what he used to paint the ceiling? He replied, “I just stood.” Which is what happens when you marry someone over 6′. Even he can’t do that here, we have a post and beam ceiling in part of the house. Paint rollers on poles are fine, but the walls are all varnished and need to be both cleaned and sanded. Can’t do that with something on the end of a pole!

So it’s a problem.

We have a platform ladder, but whether it’s tall enough or not is an issue. DH will help, but I don’t think I can get him to do the top of every wall, cleaning, sanding and then painting, in every room of the house. Not to mention the ceilings. Maybe a few, but not all of them. Wanting to paint inside the house is my gig, not his.

First place I want to do is the living room. Now full of books, furniture and stuff. Part of this is waiting on more reliable weather, so I can pull things out of the living room onto the lawn, while working on the room. That is mid month probably, next month.

The garden? I planted the garlic cloves I’d had on the window sill in the kitchen since last fall, finally this week. I have a pot with soil outside and the bag of soil outside too. That’s part of today’s projects. It’s for early spring lettuces and/or herbs. We’ll see. Hopefully planting that and jugging up the seeds I need to do early otherwise will be enough to keep the gardening bug at bay until at least mid-May, when I’ll start direct seeding.

 

Changes

I have an acquaintance, a friend of a friend, who needs some work, not heavy and not a lot at once. I have too many things to do/get rid of, and the house is still a disaster.

So, I put 2 and 2 together and today we worked on the books. Took 2 boxes, 150 books to the donation bin in the next town.Yesterday I gave a friend a book she said she’d like, and she enjoyed it (Yay!) and there’s 2 more boxes of books in my car to go to the antique store, tomorrow a.m.

After years and years of slowly, methodically deducting books from the data base, I am FINALLY done. My inventory started as my collection, the books I bought for customers they didn’t want, and my Dad’s collection. Over the years people gave me books, sometimes a LOT of them. Many came to me on consignment.

Too many books.

I’m done. My inventory as of the end of 2015 is < $2,000. I don’t have to renew the data base software. But I do of course track the antiques and few books here and there I buy and sell.

You see, as the store was closing, I had a young person building me a data base, an online store. And, because I was focused on moving the store, setting up the new store and the 5,000 details attached to those two decisions, I hadn’t done backups. (You can see where this is going, yes?)

The separate disk the shop’s data was on, the old and the new, died. I lost almost all my data. So? So, for the past 12 years I’ve been culling, donating, selling books. Putting them in a new data base as I went, so I can deduct the $ amount from what I had when the store closed.

Still too many books, but I don’t have to do the data entry any more.Huzzah!

I will NOT miss all that typing, you think? Now I only have to track the new stuff coming in and I’ve got a notebook for that. Nearly losing my computer again last year cured me of wanting my inventory on a computer. One data loss like that was plenty — thanks!

J

Memoir Work

One sensible suggestion made by an editor friend was that I may have to simply retype the memoir to get a clean, uncorrupted file.

With that in mind, I retyped the front matter and chapter 1 this week, 10 pages total. It took me about 2 hours. The entire thing is about 90 pages total, which means, assuming that I type at approx. the same rate,  it will take me about 18 hours to retype the entire thing, or 16 more hours to finish it.

I expect the remainder will be faster than the first 10 pages because there are no title or half title pages, no dedication, no author’s word, just text and some illustrations. Call it 100 pages by the time I add a back cover and the illustrations inside. That’s still only 18 more hours, and it could save me an incredible amount of fighting with the vestiges of multiple edits, multiple sources, multiple computers and software.

Makes sense.

I was afraid that I would go through an emotional rollercoaster retyping the first chapter. But I will say that it’s an indication of how much I’ve healed  — that didn’t happen.

What pushed on me was the ever-growing  “in memoriam” list in the dedication. I’ve added two people in just the last six months. Mind, there is only one person in the dedication I don’t actually know, Paul McCartney.  He’s there for “Hey Jude,” as I couldn’t have written the thing if I’d jumped off that cliff long ago. I didn’t because of “Hey Jude,” so I think he belongs in the dedication. But, as I said, he’s the only person named there I haven’t met.

Hey, guess what world?

I can actually grow up at some point!

Having a career/life which isn’t based on being a wounded child is a new outlook for me. I’m a bit apprehensive and jazzed, as I think I should be.

Onward!