I’m just sittin’ around this afternoon with my round-style, wood glasses Bow Tie o’ the Day. When I can’t find my reading glasses, these John Lennon-esque round-frame glasses come to the rescue.
As you can probably see behind me, them’s books on them thar stairs. We ran out of shelves and space for shelves for our books a long time ago, so we improvise. This is one of my contributions to what we call around here “decorating with books.” I decided the stairs looked plain, so I piled up books on each step. I left plenty of room for us to safely travel up and down the stairs.
One of the great things about the stair library is it’s one of the first things you see as you walk in the front door. I have heard many a delighted, curious gasp from our visitors when they see it for the first time. So far, almost everyone has remarked on its cool-osity.
One fussbudget fuddy, however, showed enormous distaste and disgust and disapproval and dislike and dismay and dis- and dis-….. At least that ill-tempered person did not say anything out loud about my speshul book creation. I could just sense the disgruntlement they felt. I must be honest, though, and admit I have not asked that fool back for another visit. I mean– you have a right to your opinion about anything in my house, and elsewhere. But books can’t ever look unappetizing to the intellectual palate. They can’t look incorrect. It is existentially impossible for books to be in the wrong place. Where there is a book, there is a library from Heaven.
The bigly thing that worries me about our stair bookshelf decor is that when I get too old and rickety to walk up and down the stairs, and we have to get a stair lift chair, we’ll probably have to move the literary tomes to another location. I can handle change, but the books seem so at home in their new community. They act as if they’re in their long-lost homeland. I hate to displace them.
