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The final total was 993.

Books, that is.

The good people from The Book Trader came on Monday to haul them all away.

Which means I'm that much closer to actually moving into a considerably smaller place in Center City.

Meanwhile, I finally listed my house with a realtor last week; the listing went live by Friday evening and on Saturday morning I received a call that someone wanted to see my place.

Several more someones have shown up since then, and a little birdie tells me that shortly I'll have more than one offer to consider.

Decisions. decisions.

I've lived here nearly 12 years and I've been planning to sell since December. All of a sudden things are moving pretty quickly.

Books For Sale

Here are the books on music, science, religion, history, and computers that I plan to sell.

As I gradually prepare to relocate, I've decided to divest myself of nearly half of my books.

At last count I picked out 918 books that I will probably never read again (or at all, in some cases).

I'm planning to call The Book Trader and have them come to pick them up, but in the meantime I've jammed most of them into two bookcases, just to keep them together.

Here are fiction and other books.

The Sears Guy

Some years ago, never mind how long precisely, the ice-maker in my fridge began leaving a watery residue on my floor.

So I stopped using the ice-maker.

A few days ago I called the Sears repair center and today the Sears guy arrived. His name was Wesly. (That's how it's spelled on his card.)

We got off to a somewhat rocky start, as after retrieving his bag from the back of his van he trampled right over some of my bloomin' crocuses.

But when he entered the house, the first thing he noticed (he would've had to 've been blind not to) was the piles and piles of books that now fill my living room.

"You're the man with the books!"

"Those are just the ones that I'm planning to get rid of," I said. I made a vow to divest myself of at least 500 books, and so far I've picked out nearly 700. Pretty, pretty good.

"Do you have any on philosophy or theology?" asked Wesly.

"Uh, I don't think so..." By theology I was pretty sure he didn't mean "atheism".

"Here's The Humanist Alternative. That's philosophy, isn't it?"

"Ye-e-ah, I guess so." And also atheistic.

In the end he picked out five books. In addition to the one on Humanism, there were two dictionaries, a book on Reincarnation, and Coping With Difficult People.

I had bought the latter book specifically to help dealing with Colonel B. It didn't really help.

Wesly said he'd be giving one of the dictionaries to his church, which is probably a good place for an out-of-date reference book.

I didn't charge him for the books, and he only charged me $133 to fix the ice-maker (it required a new plastic tube).