This morning, courtesy of friend (I hate asking for help, but until I get car there's no other choice) I take a ride to the locker. Drop off one of Milan's paintings (a less favoured one), and then pick a few boxes to take with me.
2 Boxes of books to process, and 1 1/2 boxes of art supplies.
Start with the art supplies, sort into boxes. 1 box for Watercolours & Tempura, 1 for Oil Pastels, and the last for pencils and charcoal. This leaves me with a pile of ink and cartridges, these I add to already started boxes of the same. A big box of pen nibs, a dozen, 2 dozen nib-holders, jars of ink, a collection of broken lighters (some still working), some fine vintage fountain pens - of note a Sheaffer and a Waterman, a dozen Cross pens, silver and gold, boxes of sealing wax, more ephemera...
It's always the same stuff I'm finding, over and over again, more pens, more nibs, paint, pencils, etc, etc.
A couple of "fly-tiers" - good, for the detail oriented hobbyist, and that's it.
One of the art boxes needs to be scrubbed, a mouse got in, gnawed through a tube of watercolours, sterilize, get rid of the droppings, just you wait, I'll be the next Hantavirus case...I wonder why only one? And, remarkably, for things I haven't touched in 30+ years, some still with the Czech label, they're still good...
When all is sorted - a box and a half, and there's more, always more, but thankfully that's left in the locker, it's on to the books. Only two boxes, and not packed in any sort of order, the son has mixed in a few of his (interesting taste, I much say), then take half a box to the used bookstore. At this rate it's going to take me months, but - better that than they tell me to piss-off, which would doubtless come about if I overwhelmed them. My credit there is huge, and in 4 or 5 months I won't be surprised if I own the place...
Now, to the library...