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Be it ever so humble...
Jun. 24th, 2004 12:14 pmIt seems as if the further I get along with putting things away, the slower things go. I spent all day yesterday organizing my bookcase. Of course, I'll freely admit that what took so long was the fact that I have my very own way of organizing said bookcase.
Top shelf: leatherbound books, rare copies (ie a 1901 edition of Coleridge poetry I found on eBay for $20), and Gothic lit. crit. books.
2nd and 3rd shelf: British literature up through the early 20th century (1900-1910), arranged alphabetically by author. This shelf also holds my Norton Anthologies of British Literature, Romantic literature, and The Major Authors of British Literature, vol 2.
4th shelf: the rest of my literary criticism books.
5th shelf: Popular fiction, arranged by author.
Bottom shelf: Misc -- a dictionary, thesaurus, my Calvin & Hobbes books... and books too tall to fit on the other shelves.
This. Took. All. Day.
I ended up with a stack of seven books or so that I want to donate (can not throw books away). They're mostly books that I took a chance on and bought on a whim -- and ended up disliking. The only one I'm not sure about keeping is one called "The Lecterer's Tale." It wasn't bad at first, but the last fifty pages or so read like the author was on LSD. A well-meaning friend gave me a few E. Lynn Davis books for my birthday one year, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get into them.
Today I think I'll try and finish getting the clothes squared away, and also get my desk back to normal. It only has the computer and a desk lamp on it right now (though I rather like how clean that leaves the area). Mostly what's left are the electronics (totally George's department), and knick-knacks (I have no idea where to put the lead crystal kitty-cat I got as a gift when I was 14).
Oh! And speaking of kitties -- ours are ready! We pick them up on Saturday. We were only going to get one, but George pushed for two, so they'd have each other to play with. This also means I have to call the vet and get appointments for the girls -- they're as yet unnamed. We got a black one and a grey tiger-striped one. Actually, how we came to get the gray one is something of a funny story. I went over to Maggie's house (the girl with the kitties) to pick out our black kitten. I knelt down, and this little grey ball of fluff rolls over onto her back so I can scritch her tummy, and then she starts licking my fingers. This kitten is a carbon copy of my beloved Pandora (who passed away 09/10/02 at the ripe old age of 15). So m petting this kitten, and Maggie starts telling me about how she (the kitty) doesn't like to leave the box. The family had temporarily dubbed her Pandora for this reason. So I'm all "Must. Have. This. Kitten."
Now George and I are tossing around names. I keep telling him we should wait until we get the kittens HERE before deciding on anything, but he's something of a compulsive planner. He likes "Trinity" for the black cat, and "Kisa" for the tiger-striped one. I guess that'd work out -- indulging him with a reference to "The Matrix" and indulging me with a nod to Furuba. At any rate -- we get kitties on Saturday! Whee!
Top shelf: leatherbound books, rare copies (ie a 1901 edition of Coleridge poetry I found on eBay for $20), and Gothic lit. crit. books.
2nd and 3rd shelf: British literature up through the early 20th century (1900-1910), arranged alphabetically by author. This shelf also holds my Norton Anthologies of British Literature, Romantic literature, and The Major Authors of British Literature, vol 2.
4th shelf: the rest of my literary criticism books.
5th shelf: Popular fiction, arranged by author.
Bottom shelf: Misc -- a dictionary, thesaurus, my Calvin & Hobbes books... and books too tall to fit on the other shelves.
This. Took. All. Day.
I ended up with a stack of seven books or so that I want to donate (can not throw books away). They're mostly books that I took a chance on and bought on a whim -- and ended up disliking. The only one I'm not sure about keeping is one called "The Lecterer's Tale." It wasn't bad at first, but the last fifty pages or so read like the author was on LSD. A well-meaning friend gave me a few E. Lynn Davis books for my birthday one year, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get into them.
Today I think I'll try and finish getting the clothes squared away, and also get my desk back to normal. It only has the computer and a desk lamp on it right now (though I rather like how clean that leaves the area). Mostly what's left are the electronics (totally George's department), and knick-knacks (I have no idea where to put the lead crystal kitty-cat I got as a gift when I was 14).
Oh! And speaking of kitties -- ours are ready! We pick them up on Saturday. We were only going to get one, but George pushed for two, so they'd have each other to play with. This also means I have to call the vet and get appointments for the girls -- they're as yet unnamed. We got a black one and a grey tiger-striped one. Actually, how we came to get the gray one is something of a funny story. I went over to Maggie's house (the girl with the kitties) to pick out our black kitten. I knelt down, and this little grey ball of fluff rolls over onto her back so I can scritch her tummy, and then she starts licking my fingers. This kitten is a carbon copy of my beloved Pandora (who passed away 09/10/02 at the ripe old age of 15). So m petting this kitten, and Maggie starts telling me about how she (the kitty) doesn't like to leave the box. The family had temporarily dubbed her Pandora for this reason. So I'm all "Must. Have. This. Kitten."
Now George and I are tossing around names. I keep telling him we should wait until we get the kittens HERE before deciding on anything, but he's something of a compulsive planner. He likes "Trinity" for the black cat, and "Kisa" for the tiger-striped one. I guess that'd work out -- indulging him with a reference to "The Matrix" and indulging me with a nod to Furuba. At any rate -- we get kitties on Saturday! Whee!
