Extreme Clean-out in the Days of Sunshine and Cicadas

This Book Hall is more Extreme than ours!

I did sort through more books today; this project will take a full week. I will be putting a lot of them back into the book hall, but they'll be organized by author so if I want to read, say, a particular Nora Roberts series, I'll be able to go right to it, instead of fruitlessly searching . . . and even re-buying! . . . the same book again when you already own it! I found three copies of one book!
The sell/donate pile is growing!
When I'm done, I'll take a last photo of the sell/donate pile, and my beautifully organized book hall and bookcases.
This involves dusting and vacuuming.
The kids have been helpful.
But summer is coming, and the weather is nice outside, so outdoor activities also call me, forcing me away from my book sorting. (My legs ache after sitting Indian-style for so long anyway!)
To be useful, I pulled four or five weeds from the cracks in the driveway, and felt righteous.
In other news . . .
Molly saved a bullfrog missing the skin from one leg . . . it's temporarily living in the veterinary tank on the back porch, getting treatment as recommended by the online amphibian forum.

Extreme Bull Frog!

EVERYTHING exists online!
I bought a black, pleather futon for the girls college apartment at a barn sale . . . for $25! Score!
It has joined the masses of furniture and other debris in the garage (a part of the Extreme Clean-up coming later this summer!) That'll be after books, clothes and kitchen stuff.
Later in the day, I stood talking to a neighbor in the yard, and half a dozen cicadas attempted to climb my pants while we talked. It's crazy out there. I'm not kidding. It's literally an invasion.
But they're harmless.
They do not eat your trees, plants, grass, etc.

Extreme Cicadas! 

They DO fly down your shirt, sneak into your home on your back and zoom around while your family runs screaming and the cats chase them up walls and curtains, and glare at you with those eerie, red eyes. Their song is already filling the air, somewhere between a frog chorus and an alien spaceship landing.
They'll be gone within weeks. I remember collecting the shells as a child in a former emergence. I remember them zooming around when I was at Ohio University in the early '80s.
Last time they were here, in 1999, Cooper was a newborn and I was 37. Now he's 17. I'm 53.
When the babies of these current cicadas come up from below ground in 17 years, Cooper will be 34. I'll be 70!
Good Lord!
Time as measured in cicada generations is daunting.
So I'll stick to my Extreme Clean-up, in the time of Cicadas. I think they're neat. I just don't want them flying down my shirt. That'll freak me out!
And now, I'm going to go read a book, enjoy a glass of wine, and relax. Because that, in the end, is a big part of what it's all about, right?
Bloody-well right!