High he builded it...

[desperance]

...at the cost of one minor head-wound, where a small dragon suicidally plunged down on me. People who live as chaotically as I do should not have hard or breakable dragons in the house; soft toys only ought to be the rule. Or else soft beanbag skulls, for the dragons to plunge onto.

But the last shelving-unit is up and in place, after a deal of swearing and confirming one more time that these were not designed for one person to put together. It can be done, but it's difficult.

Anyway, now I only have to slot the shelves in (not easy in itself, as I have cleverly marooned the shelves behind the sofa behind the books I took off the other shelving unit in order to move it a foot in order to build this one into that corner) and fill 'em all with books and videos.

And then, mirabile dictu, I might even think about throwing out the old home-made shelves that the videos were on before. Before the cats spilled 'em off, I mean. There is nothing wrong with these shelves, but they are small and pretty much redundant, at least until I acquire more books. And possibly more wallspace. And I dunno: ought one to keep shelves against a future need, or is that just too anal?

Also, it's coming up lunchtime and my delivery hasn't arrived yet. Sigh.

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[fidelioscabinet.livejournal.com]

How full is the attic?

Because you'll ned them.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid you're right. They can't go into the attic, though, because - although it is empty, and (now) waterproof - the access hatch is too small to pass 'em through. Unless I disassemble them, I suppose. Or demolish, rather, as they are wood & carpentry and not meant for taking apart.