So, today at lunch, I treated myself to a visit to the Public Library. Not only did I find the book I was looking for, but I also found several others that looked interesting. I love being able to try out books from the library, before deciding if I actually want to purchase them. A lot of times the hype at Amazon makes the book seem much better than it actually is. A lot of times, a couple of weeks with the book is sufficient, there’s no need to actually purchase the book to sit on your shelf.
But that’s not what I came here to talk about. I came here to talk about this marvelous Christmas tree I saw in the library. How cool is this? And how appropriate! A tree made entirely of books! Just stack them up properly, then string some lights all around. I’m so impressed, not only with the “tree” itself, but with the imagination that went into dreaming up such a project.
This tree has brought back a memory from my childhood. Once upon a time, I was a lot more interested in “crafts” than I am now. I recall creating Christmas trees by folding the pages of Reader’s Digest, 
then spray painting them. The trees pictured here are not mine, but this is what they were like. Pretty cool, huh? And for a little kid with not much money and not much in the way of skills, so easy, and so satisfying.
Nowadays, you won’t find me doing crafts of any kind, but as a kid, and as a teenager, I would occasionally sew, make patchwork quilts, crochet, do needlework. Later, I also learned how to do “Pysanki Eggs,” which are very time-consuming and complicated. I don’t have the patience for stuff like that anymore. And then of course the problem is that once you’re done with your “craft,” you have this extra thing clogging up your life. Don’t we already have way too many things in our lives? Well, I know I do. I don’t need more. I need less.
But now I’m going off on a tangent. This post is supposed to be about the Christmas Tree of Books. I like it. At least, I like to look at it. I’m just glad I personally don’t have to put it all together, then take it all apart once the holidays are over.
