Ohhh my stars …. what shall I write about today? Well let’s see. I’ll try my dumb luck on ‘I am darn grateful that books don’t carry expiration dates’ shall we?
Say what you will about life in this expendable and throw-away society of ours, I’m still grateful that God, in His infinite wisdom, declined putting expiration dates on books. By all accounts books seem to last forever and are unaffected by the effects of time. I’ve been running a scientific experiment of great personal interest to me for a good many years now just to see if books truly are eternal and timeless objects impervious to breaking down or disintegrating. And I’m pleased as punch to say that, based on what I have observed from my own piles of books scattered helter-skelter around my studio, it certainly appears that they are. I’ve also found that books are also superb dust-catchers which appears to serve another vital function of the local ecosystem of my home. Something which I’m surprised and delighted by because who honestly wants all that icky dust floating around anyway? Sure saves me the trouble of having to dust and clean house if my book piles can successfully attract and trap the dust for me. As a side-note, I’ve noticed my self-help books on the subject of beating procrastination have been exceptionally adept at harvesting the dust from the air. Imagine that?!
So dear readers, fret not about not reading that pile of books you’ve been meaning to. They are doing you and your home a wonderful favor by quietly attracting all that dust without complaint. Would that you could get your kids to do that.
