Yesterday, while struggling with a very unwieldy, partially constructed, and I might add, large and heavy drawer, the manual instructed me to balance said item on the edge of a table. No one seems to realize that lifting a large heavy object, and balancing it on the edge of almost anything is incompatible with the reality of being small, older, and female. Perhaps Swedish women are all larger, stronger, and younger when they put together furniture.
Anyway, back to the books, old books that I haven't thrown away. This time, the crisis-solving volume began with 'amo', 'amas', 'amat'; an old Latin dictionary was just the right thickness to slip under the drawer. The day (and my back) was saved. I may never have to translate a dead language again, but that dictionary still holds a place in my heart, as do many others that have been, and are, used to prop, balance, and protect our belongings whenever the need arises. A stack of old Encyclopedia Britannica have come to our aid on more than one occasion. So let's hear it for the versatility of books! Now, off to the vet with Honey.