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Morning Thoughts.
Apr. 6th, 2008 12:38 pmWoke up with a slight headache today. Not sure if its the lingering effects of the wine last night at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
azrhey and pphaneuf's place (although I don't think I had enough to cause that), or the fact that I was up later than usual and slept in (which can trigger migraines). In any case, I'm taking no chances and am drinking real coffee and taking a couple of AC&C. I don't really need to be sidelined by a migraine or hangover.
Yesterday I was overcome by an inexplicable urge to start tidying. I think it was triggered by the fact that its spring and we now have a plan for organizing the basement (although the implementation got put on hold by Linda's illness last month, and may not be resumed until the current tax rush ends in May). Anyway, as a result of having a plan I've been taking the SF and fantasy pocket books out of our bedroom and putting them on the basement shelf where they will eventually all live.
This has freed up a surprisingly large amount of space on the bedroom bookshelf which means that various large piles of books scattered around the bedroom can now be tidied up and put away, so I've been doing that, which has resulted in me finding a number of lost items and has in turn made it easier to put yet other stuff away.
We are still a VERY long way from having a tidy bedroom or me having a tidy office, but its a step in the right direction.
Thinking about the bedroom bookshelf makes me wonder about what its eventual fate should be. You see, its absolutely hideous, but it has sentimental value. Many years ago when I was still living at home, for a Birthday present my Dad told me he'd build a bookshelf for my Bedroom, to my exact specifications. This is not the only time I'd ever been promised something like that as a gift but to my memory is the only time my Dad ever came through on the promise.
Never really expecting to get my 'present', I nevertheless measured my bedroom of the time, and figured out what proportion of books of which sizes I had, and I designed the absolutely largest bookshelf I could which would hold my books in the most compact and efficient way possible. Much to my surprise and delight, my Dad spent the next week or so building it, and I've had it ever since.
Because of how my dad works, the thing is solid hardwood and strong enough to hold multiple elephants, but looks like crap. Its possible that a competent carpenter could make it look respectable, but I know I could never manage it. So, for now it lives in our bedroom where its seldom seen by others, and holds a large number of books. If I ever want our bedroom to look clean, sophisticated or elegant, it will have to go, but on the other hand, its one of the few tangible bits of evidence that I have that my Dad actually does love me, which makes it precious. I have no idea what I will ever do with it.
azrhey and pphaneuf's place (although I don't think I had enough to cause that), or the fact that I was up later than usual and slept in (which can trigger migraines). In any case, I'm taking no chances and am drinking real coffee and taking a couple of AC&C. I don't really need to be sidelined by a migraine or hangover.Yesterday I was overcome by an inexplicable urge to start tidying. I think it was triggered by the fact that its spring and we now have a plan for organizing the basement (although the implementation got put on hold by Linda's illness last month, and may not be resumed until the current tax rush ends in May). Anyway, as a result of having a plan I've been taking the SF and fantasy pocket books out of our bedroom and putting them on the basement shelf where they will eventually all live.
This has freed up a surprisingly large amount of space on the bedroom bookshelf which means that various large piles of books scattered around the bedroom can now be tidied up and put away, so I've been doing that, which has resulted in me finding a number of lost items and has in turn made it easier to put yet other stuff away.
We are still a VERY long way from having a tidy bedroom or me having a tidy office, but its a step in the right direction.
Thinking about the bedroom bookshelf makes me wonder about what its eventual fate should be. You see, its absolutely hideous, but it has sentimental value. Many years ago when I was still living at home, for a Birthday present my Dad told me he'd build a bookshelf for my Bedroom, to my exact specifications. This is not the only time I'd ever been promised something like that as a gift but to my memory is the only time my Dad ever came through on the promise.
Never really expecting to get my 'present', I nevertheless measured my bedroom of the time, and figured out what proportion of books of which sizes I had, and I designed the absolutely largest bookshelf I could which would hold my books in the most compact and efficient way possible. Much to my surprise and delight, my Dad spent the next week or so building it, and I've had it ever since.
Because of how my dad works, the thing is solid hardwood and strong enough to hold multiple elephants, but looks like crap. Its possible that a competent carpenter could make it look respectable, but I know I could never manage it. So, for now it lives in our bedroom where its seldom seen by others, and holds a large number of books. If I ever want our bedroom to look clean, sophisticated or elegant, it will have to go, but on the other hand, its one of the few tangible bits of evidence that I have that my Dad actually does love me, which makes it precious. I have no idea what I will ever do with it.
