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.: 8.23.2007 


Monday and Tuesday we worked on arranging the library. All 12 totes of books were unpacked. I even whittled down about another tote's worth to send to mom's library. It's weird to think that all my books now fit on three large bookshelves. I am trying to suppress a feeling of panic - books are comforting to me, though now I can get most of the information I need on the internet. Also, I have a lot of books that I keep for sentimental reasons. For example, the so-completely-battered-that-it-is-now-held-together-by-tape paperback copy of Crystal Singer by Ann McCaffery. I don't know why I went on a spree in junior high and read the book over and over other than that I must have adored Killashandra's complete and utter confidence. (Point of interest - interesting to me, at least: "Killa" was my first online name in IRC in honor of Killashandra... which was apparently not up for grabs as I was warred against until I gave it up for "Aylish".)

Yestiddy (don't ask, I'm feeling whimsical) my wunderbar husband and I packed up three totes of miscellaneous stuff that was in the kitchen and living room of the old house and moved it to the townhouse.

Today we will pack the rest of the kitchen (to include the two plates, two spoons, two forks, etc., that we had been keeping there from when we had packed the rest of the kitchen months ago) and some of the pantry stuff to move it over to the townhouse and do a once-over on the kitchen.

Tomorrow we move fridge/freezer stuff and set up Le Cuisine Team Stewart-Logan. Saturday we move the insanely ginormous TV to Hubby's sister's house (ding-dong, the evil domineering piece of electronics is dead!), and Sunday we move the remaining bits of furniture to the townhouse (sofa, mattress, credenza, ottoman, roll-top desk).

Also? I will have to adopt a child so that I can trade my firstborn to IKEA for all the things I keep finding that I want.

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