A mighty unboxing
Jun. 6th, 2015 06:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI hadn't expected to spend today shifting and carrying, but that occurred.
No farmers' market, on account of Art and Wine; so Karen and I went to a consignment store this morning, in hunt for a new little desk-height table for her study. And didn't find one of those, but fell with eagle-like cries - "This lamb is mine! Mine! Mine!" - on a seven-foot oak bookcase. Which wouldn't fit in our car, so we came home and pleaded with friends, which pleading produced Julie in her bigger car.
So we went for lunch, and then picked up the bookcase and fetched it home (we had to leave Karen behind to make it fit, but hey: we went back for her later). And so K and I have been doing bookshelvingstuff all afternoon: she in her study, me in the clubhouse. In all, four bookcases have been stripped, moved about and filled, like shuffling tiles in a puzzle. I have emptied and broken down thirteen boxes formerly full of books-from-England; everything is now shelved, except the multiple copies of my own works that I'd rather keep in boxes anyway until I can find them homes.
Next comes the Great Organisation and Alphabetising Project. Little by little, I think, perhaps.
Right now comes the Glass of Wine project. Lots by lots, I think, perhaps. And lunch was Mexican and robust; dinner will be a shrimp salad with baby leaves of many kinds, and asparagus and avocado and green beans and olives and baby tomatoes and feta and toasted almonds, in a lemon garlic dressing.
No farmers' market, on account of Art and Wine; so Karen and I went to a consignment store this morning, in hunt for a new little desk-height table for her study. And didn't find one of those, but fell with eagle-like cries - "This lamb is mine! Mine! Mine!" - on a seven-foot oak bookcase. Which wouldn't fit in our car, so we came home and pleaded with friends, which pleading produced Julie in her bigger car.
So we went for lunch, and then picked up the bookcase and fetched it home (we had to leave Karen behind to make it fit, but hey: we went back for her later). And so K and I have been doing bookshelvingstuff all afternoon: she in her study, me in the clubhouse. In all, four bookcases have been stripped, moved about and filled, like shuffling tiles in a puzzle. I have emptied and broken down thirteen boxes formerly full of books-from-England; everything is now shelved, except the multiple copies of my own works that I'd rather keep in boxes anyway until I can find them homes.
Next comes the Great Organisation and Alphabetising Project. Little by little, I think, perhaps.
Right now comes the Glass of Wine project. Lots by lots, I think, perhaps. And lunch was Mexican and robust; dinner will be a shrimp salad with baby leaves of many kinds, and asparagus and avocado and green beans and olives and baby tomatoes and feta and toasted almonds, in a lemon garlic dressing.