Let's see
Now let's see who gets bored first, you or me. The moving "To-Do" list is having items crossed off one by one. Which is a good thing. Or it would be if things would stop popping up on the bottom of the list just as damned fast as the ones at the top get crossed off.
Jessie to the vet, check; P.T.'s asthma prescripiton renewed, check (of course all I needed at this point was to discover he had asthma. Geez. Checkmate); half the boxes of the moving boxes have arrived by a very cranky FedEx man who had to climb three stories, half-check; the six cartons of winnowed-out books have found a home, painful check; most of the unnecessary files have been shredded, mostly check; extra computer speakers sent to my son, check; extra flat screen sent to my father, check; and the second car was oil-changed and checked, check. Okay, I'm bored.
Poetry volumes alphabetic by author have been packed. Of course once I sealed up box one, A-G1, I found my copy of Chaucer's Troilus and Cressyde. Of course. So that Chaucer is separated from its kin in box two, G2-M. The third box almost got the rest, but I had to cut off mid-W, as I couldn't get the remaining twelve (From Rebecca Wee to Paul Zimmer) into box three even with vaseline and a shoe-horn.
The list of books to take is growing though. I'm trying to hold it down, but some of them have pitched a fit when they saw they were about to be boxed. So Duetsch's Poetry Handbook snuck in there along with the Sixteenth Edition of Bartlett's Familiar Quotations. At least I don't have to haul along my hernia-inducing copy of Webster's Unabridged Dictionary. With my Microsoft Bookshelf 2000 disk, I'll have all the dictionary/thesaurus/encyclopedia I need. I hate Bill Gates. But I'll give him a two-second forgiveness for the Bookshelf. Then I'll rescind it because they don't make it anymore. To be safe, I'm having a stainless steel jewel case made for it.
I couldn't justify keeping my John Heath-Stubbs volume out. But neither can I go anywhere without his "Mozart and Salieri." It wouldn't be civilized. So I copied it and later tonight I'm going to post another blog (Cripes. Can't we come up with another word?) just as I did with Plutarch's "Peace of Mind," and Auden's "As I Walked Out One Evening."
AND IN OTHER NEWS TODAY:
Pope Ratzo in his ineffable infallibility announced that "Pseudo-matrimonies between people of the same sex are instead expressions of anarchic freedom which falsely tries to pass itself off as the true liberation of man," Notice "man" by the way, instead of "humankind." There's no such thing as a "woman" in his O-So-German weltanschauungen. "Get the Hell out of here Mary Magdalene. I don't care if you were the first one to recognize Christ after the Resurrection. Bitch! " That follows on the heels of "Moral Evil" and "Intrinsically Disordered" of course. That's gotta make young gay and lesbian Catholics just feel all warm and welcome and fuzzy inside. Let's go count the suicides.
Sometimes I Wonder.
Jessie to the vet, check; P.T.'s asthma prescripiton renewed, check (of course all I needed at this point was to discover he had asthma. Geez. Checkmate); half the boxes of the moving boxes have arrived by a very cranky FedEx man who had to climb three stories, half-check; the six cartons of winnowed-out books have found a home, painful check; most of the unnecessary files have been shredded, mostly check; extra computer speakers sent to my son, check; extra flat screen sent to my father, check; and the second car was oil-changed and checked, check. Okay, I'm bored.
Poetry volumes alphabetic by author have been packed. Of course once I sealed up box one, A-G1, I found my copy of Chaucer's Troilus and Cressyde. Of course. So that Chaucer is separated from its kin in box two, G2-M. The third box almost got the rest, but I had to cut off mid-W, as I couldn't get the remaining twelve (From Rebecca Wee to Paul Zimmer) into box three even with vaseline and a shoe-horn.
The list of books to take is growing though. I'm trying to hold it down, but some of them have pitched a fit when they saw they were about to be boxed. So Duetsch's Poetry Handbook snuck in there along with the Sixteenth Edition of Bartlett's Familiar Quotations. At least I don't have to haul along my hernia-inducing copy of Webster's Unabridged Dictionary. With my Microsoft Bookshelf 2000 disk, I'll have all the dictionary/thesaurus/encyclopedia I need. I hate Bill Gates. But I'll give him a two-second forgiveness for the Bookshelf. Then I'll rescind it because they don't make it anymore. To be safe, I'm having a stainless steel jewel case made for it.
I couldn't justify keeping my John Heath-Stubbs volume out. But neither can I go anywhere without his "Mozart and Salieri." It wouldn't be civilized. So I copied it and later tonight I'm going to post another blog (Cripes. Can't we come up with another word?) just as I did with Plutarch's "Peace of Mind," and Auden's "As I Walked Out One Evening."
AND IN OTHER NEWS TODAY:
Pope Ratzo in his ineffable infallibility announced that "Pseudo-matrimonies between people of the same sex are instead expressions of anarchic freedom which falsely tries to pass itself off as the true liberation of man," Notice "man" by the way, instead of "humankind." There's no such thing as a "woman" in his O-So-German weltanschauungen. "Get the Hell out of here Mary Magdalene. I don't care if you were the first one to recognize Christ after the Resurrection. Bitch! " That follows on the heels of "Moral Evil" and "Intrinsically Disordered" of course. That's gotta make young gay and lesbian Catholics just feel all warm and welcome and fuzzy inside. Let's go count the suicides.
Sometimes I Wonder.
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