I Really Love Shelving Books
I got to shelve books at a real live NYPL branch today!
I signed up to volunteer there through New York Cares. And this morning, I trooped off to an uptown branch, and they sent me up to the children’s floor, where my job was to move the collection of holiday picture books from this shelf, to that shelf. And then my job was to come downstairs and help straighten up shelves in the foreign language section. (Not that I could tell whether any of the Chinese language books were out of their order, but what can you do.)
I find it meditative. Definitely relaxing. A few hours of putting books on shelves, and I feel delightfully mellow, like I’ve had a spa foot rub with a side order of playful kittens. And satisfied with the way the world works.
Don’t know why I like shelving so much, but it’s also become one of the things I look forward to on internship days at the Poet’s House.
And last week was a bit stressfully clobbering on the grad school front: my first PowerPoint, and a presentation about same (I’m told nobody could tell how nervous I was. And the prof liked it.) And then my first paper for the other class- which wasn’t nearly as stressful, but did take a while.
So: shelving. I needed that. Apparently.
I am behind on book reviews (soooo behind) and I have reading to do (scholastic and review books) and papers to write, and a job to hunt for. And I need to get groceries.
But I got to shelve books. And I am at peace.
Not that the books and papers on my own shelves… and my own desk… at home sweet home… are perfectly shelved and diligently organized. For some reason,that’s not nearly so relaxing. Whoops.