Bookends
I left the house with three items on my list: soap, bandanas to patch my too-many-years-old threadbare Levis (my favorites, but they’ve gone beyond the point of immodesty in places), and bookends.
Yes, bookends.
L-shaped pieces of metal that sit on either end of a row of books to keep them from Dominoing onto the floor.
I needed some.
The ambitious expectations I had for my recent vacation days dwindled down to just cleaning off my desk. The tower of books stacked behind my computer leaned as though longing for Pisa and convinced me it was time to set them on a horizontal plane.
The books stay with my desk, more convenient than the wall of books in the basement. Some are staples for which I reach often. Others, in various stages of completion, rotate until I reach the last page and they move to the basement wall or out on loan.
There are always others waiting their turn.
But books are like good friends. Sometimes they need a little help standing up.
So I embarked on a quest for bookends so I could be their good friend.
Who knew they would be so hard to find?
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