I’m still being treated to mystery packages of books arriving on my doorstep every few days. I wasn’t surprised to see my Family Circus paperbacks, but 19 of them?! I had no clue that I’d accumulated so many.
My friend Jessica suggested, “You could sell them.” Who said anything about getting rid of them? And seriously, like there are Family Circus completists sitting around waiting to pay top dollar for “Who Invented Rain?” Nah, they’re going to have to stay with me.
I initially got hooked because they’re so lame in that ‘90s so horrible it’s cool way. You know, you couldn’t just genuinely like something pre-millennium. But they grew on me; each book was a capsule of its era. These examples range from 1966 to 1989, Vietnam War references to Cyndi Lauper mentions. I don’t have any recent books but I’m fairly certain that the strip is still going strong and Bil Keane is still alive at 85. In fact, there's some 2008 humor right here for you.
Some people bemoan things lost in their twenties…looks, innocence? I don’t know what. I only lament losing what must have been an amazing memory. Today, I would never be able to keep track of which books I already had while shopping for newer ones. Or maybe I did buy doubles and triples and just re-donated duplicates. See, I can’t remember because now I’m elderly.
Case in point, last week I picked up a bottle of dried sage at Fairway, which turned out to be the third on my spice shelf. I also recently bought cashews for a recipe only to get home and discover a perfectly good bag sitting in my cupboard already. I also accidentally am the owner of two large glass bottles of black Chinese vinegar that will never both get used up.
If I only had Wikipedia last decade, I would’ve seen what I was up against: 89 Family Circus collections in total. 19 books is a mere drop in the bucket.