I need a spouse....or a butler...or a concierge.

Oh sisters, how joyous I am to find such excellent personages to be my sisters in "Oh crap, will this never end?"


Where does all the stuff come from? It's BREEDING, I tell you! I culled when I left my house and moved into temporary accommodation....I culled just after I moved here...I have culled regularly ever since.

Perhaps the key is that I had a secret hidey-hole for it all? The study. Now all is on display.

And even now, I cannot quite rid myself of some favourite prints and such that don't fit in here...as I type I can see them to my right, trying to hide behind the computer desk.

The cat carrier is hiding in a wardrobe.

WHERE I will put the vacuum cleaner and the ironing board and the folding clothes airer I do not know!

The paint and painting accoutrements for which the walls are waiting will hide in another wardrobe.

My aim must remain to get rid of enough books, and hence bokcases, to fit a broom cupboard into the hallway!!!!

there are books climbing the stairs on their own here

as we go up to the bedrooms, we simply stop on the steps to pick the next read

books must be purged!

It's so hard to purge books though! We have stacks on the floor again and I know we have to purge but I hate it. Instead, we're trying to figure out how much it'd cost to build in bookcases on the entire south wall of our living room... heh... (The answer is "way too much," but nice to think about.)

It IS hard....however, as I age, I am getting less attached to things.

You know...imagine having to do this when one was very old and frail and having to move into somewhere tiny...or others having to do it when one died.

Also, I know there is an ever lessening time to do the things I want to do...so, am I ever going to really want to read Matthew Arnold's complete poems? Likely not...and they are online if I want them.

If I haven't read Ezra Pound's biography by now, am I really going to want to?

Even learning stuff purely for the sake of learning it is palling.

oh my, you must be getting quite old.

I've actually been finding it quite interesting to find the hamburgers' interests broadening over the years. They were both voracious readers forever, but their curiosity seems to be getting more and more intense over the years. I'm always interested to see what hamburger's posting about in the 'what are you reading' thread. I don't think he'd have been reading about J.P Donleavy (or the equivalent) at our age.

Yes...but I work very full time, and have heaps of fascinating and essential work reading to do.

My leisure reading has to pass a number of tests.

Cinder blocks and plywood must be really expensive where you live....

No SPACE for such!!!

Oh my.

I have moved the dining table...and, I THINK it works.

I also moved the old TV cabinet to the other side of the room, and found a place for the water feature on it...I THINK.

Oh my.

OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

I was just getting more books out for the people who are coming to pick which of my discards thet will buy when, in accessing some more remote tomes, I managed to cause my music system to fall on my head.

There's blood and everything.

I daren't look...anyway, it's hard to look at the top of your own head.

The bleeding is stopping and my pupils look equal and all....I guess it's just a bump on the head.

I was looking for the grimace and grit your teeth thread, but I guess this'll have to do.

And Id just been to the physic, dammit!

That is physio, NOT, physic.

Damned iPad spell Nazi

Oddly enough I was thinking of moving that music thing.

Can't you just hire a few koala bears or a kangaroo or two to help around the house? Or are they demanding union wages and benefits Bunny?

Hope your noggin is much better now then was initially thought after the accident.

To, add, quite literally, insult to injury, the bloody book people didn't turn up!

I seem to be ok. It was a bit of a shock though.

I'll have to wash all the blood out, but I don't want to open it up again.

Koalas are, generally speaking, useless.

Although not, it appears, as useless as second hand book dealers.

Kangaroos don't have paws worth a damn.

Not totally useless! They've been known to piss on smart-ass politicians - a redeeming feature if ever there was one!


Ouch!

Who was that?

Bunny, if these book jerks ever show up? Literally throw the book at em!

I want their money!

where is the blood?

<reading along in the dlowan diaries with fascination ... cat poo and bloodied head .... >

I never said I had proper business sense. Maybe after they pay you ...


... then throw the books at em! Book throwing could be a great cathartic release though you wouldn't ever see me throwing books at anyone. Too blasphemous!

In my hair....note above where I pulled the music system down on my head. Something I was moving to get at more books was tangled up with it's wires.

I was hit by a speaker and then the damned heavy player itself....sharp corner first.

Bled through a number of wads of tissues before it stopped. Seems to be a small cut from what I can feel, and I appear to have the same faculties as I did before.