Mysteries of a folding universe
Oct. 24th, 2010 12:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceA knife block? Is actually quite a big thing to lose.
Also, full of knives.
I wonder where on earth I can have put it...?
In other news, I need more champagne flutes. I broke another one last night (at least, I would prefer to say that Mac broke it, but he would certainly point out that if I hadn't been removing him from the dining table at the time, whatever flailing portion of him it was that caught the glass wouldn't have been flailing, and so...). It's not a calamity. I didn't have enough anyway, due to previous breakages. Unless there's a boxful hidden away in the cupboard somewhere. That's always possible. I ought to check. I do kinda flail, though, every time I get near that cupboard. My nerve goes. But everything depends: the theory says that if I could sort out the cupboard, then a lot of dining-room stuff could move into it. And then the remaining cookbooks could shift out of the living room into the dining room. And then the books on the living room floor could move up onto the vacated shelf-space. And then...
Like that. Like one of those sliding-tile games where everything can move, if you can only shift the space to where it's needed.
Which starts with that cupboard. But I'm scared.
I was going to watch the Grand Prix rerun at one o'clock, but it's not on till two. Grr. Grand Prixs are at one! It's a rule! Only not, apparently.
That gives me a spare hour. During which I could, y'know, tackle that cupboard.
But I'm scared.
Also, full of knives.
I wonder where on earth I can have put it...?
In other news, I need more champagne flutes. I broke another one last night (at least, I would prefer to say that Mac broke it, but he would certainly point out that if I hadn't been removing him from the dining table at the time, whatever flailing portion of him it was that caught the glass wouldn't have been flailing, and so...). It's not a calamity. I didn't have enough anyway, due to previous breakages. Unless there's a boxful hidden away in the cupboard somewhere. That's always possible. I ought to check. I do kinda flail, though, every time I get near that cupboard. My nerve goes. But everything depends: the theory says that if I could sort out the cupboard, then a lot of dining-room stuff could move into it. And then the remaining cookbooks could shift out of the living room into the dining room. And then the books on the living room floor could move up onto the vacated shelf-space. And then...
Like that. Like one of those sliding-tile games where everything can move, if you can only shift the space to where it's needed.
Which starts with that cupboard. But I'm scared.
I was going to watch the Grand Prix rerun at one o'clock, but it's not on till two. Grr. Grand Prixs are at one! It's a rule! Only not, apparently.
That gives me a spare hour. During which I could, y'know, tackle that cupboard.
But I'm scared.