Moody Meow

Liberal, lunatic lassie, with mood swings and foot-in-mouth syndrome

And now, with cardboard

Posted on | December 9, 2008 | 3 Comments

It’s easy to forget how many books David and I have collected over the years. And my half decade working for a large chain bookstore didn’t help matters much. I’m addicted to the written word. That’s obvious if you see how much I blog, but it’s undeniable when you see how many piles of books litter our living room. Excuse me, our soon to be former living room. And I’m trying to pack them up again. Honestly, I don’t need all the Greek and Roman philosophy books that I bought when I took that Humanities class eons ago. Nor do I need my multiple copies of Vanity Fair and Emma. But I keep them. I keep them all. Why? Because there may be that ONE day when I need to refer to some obscure philosopher or need to quote Byron or Shelly.

Oh, fuck it. The reason I keep all those damn books is that it makes me feel smart. I’ve read easily 80% of them, but the read to unread ratio has grown larger due to Powell’s and our monthly travels to their two bookstores. You can’t buy just one book – at least, I can’t. Even if that book is a massive tome on the Renaissance or a historical analysis of geisha culture, I always have to buy at least two books. I think I need a 12 step program.

And I’m not complaining about this. I love my books. I just don’t love moving them. But what I do love is that in our new house, I have those built in bookshelves in my office. Thank god. Now we may need to only buy 1 bookshelf from Ikea.

Oh, and if you didn’t know already (I twittered about this last week) we got the house on Wygant. We are signing the lease on Friday and moving on Saturday. The one teensy, weensy problem with moving on Saturday – everyone I know is going to a holiday party that day. That means there isn’t one person, except my lovely sister, who can help us out. We are still planning on moving on Saturday, if you are local – I can provide pizza (Bella Faccia), beer (Laurelwood growlers — I’m getting the Red or the Vinter Varmer) and undying gratitude.

My house looks like a cardboard factory spat up in it. Progress is slow. I didn’t realize how many mason jars I had until I tried to pack them all. And holygod, do I ever need to whittle down the number of water bottles we own. My big concern in the moving process is getting the washer and dryer up from the basement, but that is why man invented the dolly.

And now, to wake the hubby and plan for lunch. Have a happy Tuesday.

Category: Happiness

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3 Responses to “And now, with cardboard”

  1. Manderpants
    December 10th, 2008 @ 10:40 pm

    I have a thing Saturday early afternoon, but could help out evening…let me know.

  2. Meow
    December 11th, 2008 @ 11:59 am

    Just plan on it. I will give you PIZZA! We LOVE pizza – and some David Hill wine. New Seasons had a whole endcap of the stuff and I had to resist buy 200 bucks worth.

  3. Hollie
    December 12th, 2008 @ 3:35 pm

    would help if we lived there…but alas….

    good luck with the move.. enjoy the new place!!!

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