Today I've been moving books to and fro; crumbly, centuries old books.
I'm covered with book dust. So, I tried the extension ladder thing,
but it didn't work. It was just too long. I went Home Depot, but all
they had were more of the same. So I had to order ladder online to be
able to access the higher shelves.
I also looked at google
satellite maps today. It's neat to be able to see my house--even my car
parked in the driveway--from space, and to trace my walking path
through the streets and woods. I also looked up my grandparents' old
lakehouse in Hot Springs, looking at where I used to play in the water
25 years ago.
Currently, I'm a little drunk, and I'm crying a
lot. But I'm not crying out of sadness. Rather, it's tears of
regret/compassion for the whole, damned human race. For all the evil we
do, and all the evil we've done, maybe all that's left in the end is
our love, and what we've meant to the ones we've loved in return. Maybe
that's all we mean, in the end.
Maybe that's enough.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Sunday, May 13, 2007
May Things
I went to a sub friend's graduation this weekend (congrats!). It
occured to me that I was at another sub friend's graduation this time
last year. Is there a pattern forming? I wonder what graduation I'll
be at next year.
I got a bug to try and organize some things and get rid of some old unwanted and unneeded stuff. Or, at the very least, make better space for it. Storage is a problem in my house. Contrary to what one might think upon entering my house, I really do like open, uncluttered spaces... as opposed to a house full of junk rooms. There's just not that much space to put things out of the way. I don't have much in the way of closets and so forth. I do have a store room out back, but it's outside and gets kinda damp... just not the best place for perishables. So, mostly what I do is just throw a little away while moving stuff from room to room.
I decided the current tossing-and-moving project should be these old National Geographic magazines I inherited. They take up about 25 feet of shelf space I could be using for other things. There's problems involved. The shelves are way up high, like ten to fourteen feet off the ground, and a little out of my reach. I can get to the lower ones on a small wooden ladder I have, but the higher ones taunt me. I'm going to have to use the old, aluminum, outsidesy ladder to get to them. But it's covered with leaves and dirt and junk. While I leaned it against the fence to hose it off, I got to thinking (as I envisioned weaving a heavy ladder through a room with breakables and computers) that maybe this isn't such a bright idea, and that someone ought to be talking me out of it. Well, there's no one around to do so, so I guess I'll press ahead.
The second problem is what to do with all the darn magazines once I get them down. Seems a waste to throw them away, as some are pretty old and must be worth something to someone. There's already a glut of them on eBay, though, and they're only going for pennies each. Maybe if there aren't any friends who want them, I can drop them off at the library for one of their sales or something. I'm sure they'd reward my donation with sour looks.
I saw two baby bunnies the other day. Isn't that special?
I got a bug to try and organize some things and get rid of some old unwanted and unneeded stuff. Or, at the very least, make better space for it. Storage is a problem in my house. Contrary to what one might think upon entering my house, I really do like open, uncluttered spaces... as opposed to a house full of junk rooms. There's just not that much space to put things out of the way. I don't have much in the way of closets and so forth. I do have a store room out back, but it's outside and gets kinda damp... just not the best place for perishables. So, mostly what I do is just throw a little away while moving stuff from room to room.
I decided the current tossing-and-moving project should be these old National Geographic magazines I inherited. They take up about 25 feet of shelf space I could be using for other things. There's problems involved. The shelves are way up high, like ten to fourteen feet off the ground, and a little out of my reach. I can get to the lower ones on a small wooden ladder I have, but the higher ones taunt me. I'm going to have to use the old, aluminum, outsidesy ladder to get to them. But it's covered with leaves and dirt and junk. While I leaned it against the fence to hose it off, I got to thinking (as I envisioned weaving a heavy ladder through a room with breakables and computers) that maybe this isn't such a bright idea, and that someone ought to be talking me out of it. Well, there's no one around to do so, so I guess I'll press ahead.
The second problem is what to do with all the darn magazines once I get them down. Seems a waste to throw them away, as some are pretty old and must be worth something to someone. There's already a glut of them on eBay, though, and they're only going for pennies each. Maybe if there aren't any friends who want them, I can drop them off at the library for one of their sales or something. I'm sure they'd reward my donation with sour looks.
I saw two baby bunnies the other day. Isn't that special?
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
May the First (Has Encountered an Error)
Sigh.
Just had Microsoft Works crash on me again... five hours and several pages of writing down the tubes. That is a most disheartening feeling. Most disheartening, indeed. Guess I should go ahead and spend the several hundred dollars for a real word processor. Something with an auto save.
On the plus side, the early morning sky was a pastel haze of pink and purple and the air was full of the scent of honeysuckle and roses.
May is probably my second favorite month behind October. May here is all full and green and flowery. It's warm enough that the recent winter is nothing more than faded memory, but cool enough that it doesn't have the heat-blasted aura of summer. It is most acceptable.
Just had Microsoft Works crash on me again... five hours and several pages of writing down the tubes. That is a most disheartening feeling. Most disheartening, indeed. Guess I should go ahead and spend the several hundred dollars for a real word processor. Something with an auto save.
On the plus side, the early morning sky was a pastel haze of pink and purple and the air was full of the scent of honeysuckle and roses.
May is probably my second favorite month behind October. May here is all full and green and flowery. It's warm enough that the recent winter is nothing more than faded memory, but cool enough that it doesn't have the heat-blasted aura of summer. It is most acceptable.