The spotty child is on the road to recovery. There weren’t any new spots yesterday, just old ones increasing in awfulness, and today they are slightly fewer in number.
Last night he was smoothing his hair down, and I said, “Stop rubbing.”
He, greatly offended, said, “I’m NOT rubbing! I’m trying to look cooler! So the girls will notice when they walk by!”
*dies of laughter*
Unrelatedly, the other day we were all out in the back garden tossing an (American) football around, and Indy wanted me to do something–I no longer recall what, something Ted had done–and I said, “No, honey, football isn’t really my game.”
Then I threw what was, judging from Ted’s expression, an excellent pass to him, and he caught the ball and sort of stared at me and then said to Indy, “Just imagine if it *was* her game…!” #laughs
#groans I am stuck in the endless circle of hell that is “it’s not possible to have too many books” and “WE HAVE TOO GODDAMN MANY BOOKS.”
We’ve moved the last bookcase we own into the library. I need more bookcases. I need–I need a kitchen/dining room bookcase for the cookbooks. I need a Not Books bookcase for photo albums and games. I need a new bookcase for my office, since we just moved the one out. That…
…that might come pretty close to doing the trick. It is certainly the bare minimum number of bookcases I need. @.@
(three hours later, having not posted this when I typed the above…)
I have made Great Strides with the library. I did this in part by moving all the cookbooks (3.5 shelves’ worth) onto the shelves in the dining room that were holding placemats and napkins, and putting the placemats & napkins into the smaller cabinet I hadn’t yet figured out what to do with. I removed a shelf’s worth of Books Written By CE Murphy from the library shelves. They are currently, unfortunately, on the library floor, which is not ideal, but oh well. Soon they’ll go upstairs to be on the office desk, which is also not ideal, but at least they’ll be off the floor.
I managed to re-establish my Brag Shelf in a place of prominence, hooked the new stereo up on a newly emptied shelf, got the TBR shelf all on one bookcase (or, okay, well, no, it’s not, but that’s because I put the Brag Shelf where the top row of TBR books would’ve been), and for the first time in many years, the Books We’re Keeping shelves are no longer double-stacked.
I am not even *vaguely* convinced we need to keep all of the Books We’re Keeping. Furthermore, with all due respect to my high school and college friends, I’m even less convinced I have any real need to keep yearbooks and other mementos of that era. As far as I can tell a yearbook’s primary duty is to amuse your children with old pictures of yourself, and I have plenty of other old pictures to do that with. :p
I still have a bookcase that is simply piled with Random Crap that needs to be dealt with. Some of it is photography equipment. Some of it is boxed photos and correspondence that are part of the Great Photo Archive Project. Some of it is absolutely random crap that just needs to be dealt with in some fashion. It must have some value that’s prevented it from being thrown out so far, although that value may primarily be “I ran out of time to deal with it.”
It’s *possible* I only need one bookcase and some kind of storage unit/desk/shelving/thing at this juncture. For books, I mean. The kitchen, f’rex, still hasn’t gotten its necessary shelves.
I meant to make people take home copies of books I’d written, from the housewarming party. I only succeeded with a couple of people, which didn’t make much of a dent. Maybe next time. Or perhaps every time someone comes over to visit…
Okay. I’m going to go stare sadly at the library some more, and perhaps cause tidiness through the power of my sorrow. But probably not.
(another hour later)
Okay, this is as good as it’s gonna get for the time being:
Just ignore that one loaded with crap…