Ever feel like you just spent your entire weekend packing box after box after box of books until you begin to wonder what the hell else you’ve been doing with your life other than reading for the past twenty-six years? <\/p>\n
The worst part is, when you look at my room, it’s as though I haven’t started yet. One shelf will disappear, then I look up, and the shelf is magically full again. At four boxes donated to charity and over a dozen boxes packed, I’ve hardly made a dent.<\/p>\n
My sainted Mum is driving into the city on Thursday night to help me carry on in my quest, preparing for what I hope will be Saturday’s big move. Except I haven’t actually heard back from anyone but Christie, so it may turn out to be the two of us breaking our backs. Eep!<\/p>\n
I really hope the guy moving into my room is in the market for a used futon, as desire to lug said bohemoth anywhere = zero. If it weren’t for my desperate need for book storage, the crates and bookshelves would be staying put, too. <\/p>\n
Maybe I should just burn all my books and move on to a new, Fahrenheit 451 lifestyle? I mean, I’ve been doing pretty well occupying my time with DVD television box sets, and they store better. <\/p>\n
On that media related front, I am happy to report that JVL bought for me “The House With a Clock in Its Walls”, by the eerie Mr. Bellairs, and in return I purchased for him Season 1 of the West Wing, to try to wean him off his CSI obsession. I’m on episode 16 of Smallville, and am about to begin episode 6 of Twin Peaks. Moving on to book 2 of the Precious Ramotswe series of African detective novels, “Tears of the Giraffe”, and am finishing up book 6 of Jeff Smith’s Bone graphic novel series, “Old Man’s Cave”.<\/p>\n
There’s a juried exhibition of small prints that I really want to get in on downstairs at the John Aird Gallery. But since submissions are due August 27th, I’m mid-move, and I have as yet to begin carving a woodblock or etching a plate, I’m not certain how realistic a goal this art thingy really is. Hrm.<\/p>\n
In unrelated news, I have to remember to speak to my landlord about putting Ever feel like you just spent your entire weekend packing box after box after box of books until you begin to wonder what the hell else you’ve been doing with your life other than reading for the past twenty-six years? The worst part is, when you look at my room, it’s as though I haven’t […]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-686","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-consciousness"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/686"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=686"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/686\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=686"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=686"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=686"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}