For the last few weeks, or even months... who knows how long, I've been lamenting the size of my comic book collection. It's never really bothered me before, but with the prospect of selling the house and moving (not to mention things like having to move the collection when we have the floors redone), I've been overwhelmed with how many books I actually have. And the thought that I will never read a vast majority of the books I'm storing all over my house again really got me thinking. I need to downsize my collection in a big way. I've been asking friends for advice on what to do, how to do it, what they do. I've gotten a lot of really good feedback and some great ideas. My plan was going to be to take the week of Thanksgiving off from work and focus on the comics. Unfortunately, I'm not going to be able to take that week off as planned. My personal days at work expire on the last day of November and I usually have enough to cash in that week. And this year is no different, except I'm using most of them the week before when I have the wisdom teeth removed. So there goes that plan.
Today, I thought I'd get a jump start by going through the boxes I have stored in the bedroom. I was still motivated, so next I attacked the books in the guest room. And still with some motivation, I tackled the rest of my collection. I have 33 long boxes full of books. I think each box holds between 200 and 250 books, just to give you an idea of how many books I've amassed over the years. I've gotten rid of books here and there over the years, but never on the scale that I'm trying to now. My goal was to weed out enough books to get me down to 20 long boxes. It's just a first step, but an ambitious one. And I almost did it. I've condensed my books down to 21 long boxes. Not too bad. I know I'm keeping a lot of stuff I really should get rid of, but there's always time to do that later.
Right now I'm in the process of cataloging the books I want to get rid of. I've got three boxes done and nine more to go. But I'm so over it right now. So over it. It wouldn't be so bad if Ollie didn't decide to be so far up my ass that he could see out of my mouth. All day. Either in a box of comics I'm sorting, or on my lap while I'm trying to move things, or laying on top of a stack of boxes, or in the closet when I'm trying to put boxes away. You name it, he's been there, in the way. I feel really bad because I've been yelling at him all night now.
I don't know if I'll do any more cataloging tomorrow. I'm really getting sick of looking at all this stuff. Wednesday might be a good day to pick up the project. Work is closed and I can devote the whole day to it.
All I know is I hurt now and I'm going to hurt even more tomorrow.