Ever feel like you just spent your entire weekend packing box after box after box of books until you begin to wonder what the hell else you’ve been doing with your life other than reading for the past twenty-six years?
The worst part is, when you look at my room, it’s as though I haven’t started yet. One shelf will disappear, then I look up, and the shelf is magically full again. At four boxes donated to charity and over a dozen boxes packed, I’ve hardly made a dent.
My sainted Mum is driving into the city on Thursday night to help me carry on in my quest, preparing for what I hope will be Saturday’s big move. Except I haven’t actually heard back from anyone but Christie, so it may turn out to be the two of us breaking our backs. Eep!
I really hope the guy moving into my room is in the market for a used futon, as desire to lug said bohemoth anywhere = zero. If it weren’t for my desperate need for book storage, the crates and bookshelves would be staying put, too.
Maybe I should just burn all my books and move on to a new, Fahrenheit 451 lifestyle? I mean, I’ve been doing pretty well occupying my time with DVD television box sets, and they store better.
On that media related front, I am happy to report that JVL bought for me “The House With a Clock in Its Walls”, by the eerie Mr. Bellairs, and in return I purchased for him Season 1 of the West Wing, to try to wean him off his CSI obsession. I’m on episode 16 of Smallville, and am about to begin episode 6 of Twin Peaks. Moving on to book 2 of the Precious Ramotswe series of African detective novels, “Tears of the Giraffe”, and am finishing up book 6 of Jeff Smith’s Bone graphic novel series, “Old Man’s Cave”.
There’s a juried exhibition of small prints that I really want to get in on downstairs at the John Aird Gallery. But since submissions are due August 27th, I’m mid-move, and I have as yet to begin carving a woodblock or etching a plate, I’m not certain how realistic a goal this art thingy really is. Hrm.
In unrelated news, I have to remember to speak to my landlord about putting
wait, i’m missing something. moving? mari’s moved too, no? where is she now? and where are YOU moving to? weston? give me a phone number, as i believe some long-overdue catching up is in order.
in semi-related news, i was reading the no. 1 ladies’ detective agency on the plane yesterday and after reading the author’s bio realized that he might just be the father of one of my friends from cambridge. how weird is that?
finally, don’t worry about shrinking friendage. you’ve just been missing so long that they probably thought you’d given up on LJ.
ps. uncle tito says hi and wanted to let you know that for some unexplained reason, your case logic CD case is with him in san francisco.
Since The Guy Moving Into Your Room has the infamous Twin Bed Of Pinewood Avenue right now? I expect he would LOVE your futon.
That’s apparently *always* my response to moving-related communications. :)I hear what you’re saying about the books – I had 9 boxes of *just books* when I moved – so you won’t be judged (at least by me)for having all the books. 🙂
As for the move on Saturday, Amy and I are on board to help for the whole day (hey – does the bookstore downstairs from you buy used books?), Seth will be in Guelph closing ESM because their whole mgmt team is at a wedding. Alyssa is probably on board for the afternoon part, but has a 12:30 dentist appt in Oakville. I don’t know about Rob, John, or Tina. Do you want me to see if I can recruit David to help? He’ll probably be happy with pizza & beer later – and I know he’d love to see JVL’s bar. 🙂
Books are good!
C
I think after‘s fiasco with the ropes and pulleys and acme novelty rockets, we’ve all learned a valuable lesson about trying to negotiate the hairpin turn on my stairs with any sort of mattress-y bed. It’s just not meant to be, unless you are really, really attached to your sleeping place. Personally, I think my futon is quite comfy. Can I ask you to ask the GMIMR if he wants my bed? I’m willing to be VERY reasonable about price. Like, $50? That should cover the pizza and some of the beer for my moving crew. Sorry to make you my Futon-pimp, but since I honestly cannot even remember Guy’s name, I need a middle-(wo)man for this.
See you at the Casa del Weston party!
MF
Call our house and its resident sleeping boy, who knows GMIYR’s number. And name. 🙂
Casa del Weston doesn’t require, like, a bathing suit, does it? Because eeeeee.
Oh, Dave C would be just awesome – your bro is a tank when it comes to hauling shit up/down stairs. Or anywhere, really. He’s welcome to anything he likes at the bar: absinthe, pineapple malibu, 151 proof rum, butterscotch ripple, you name it! We also have the Universe’s Largest Liquor Store and a well-stocked Beer Store just up the road from us at the Weston Plaza, which I think is a sightseeing trip worth making. Ooh! And Justin’s extremely hot lady friends Glenda and Onnie might show up to help with the moving, as well, if that’s an incentive.
Anyhoo, I appreciate your kind efforts on my behalf given my half-assed organization of this thing. I feel guilty just asking folks, and I always assume that if people aren’t responding, they aren’t in the mood for lifting and carrying, and I understand that mood. Justin is going to ask Ron about borrowing one of the truck machines for the day, and then we are cooking with the proverbial gas.
Really, though, it’ll be bad but not that bad – all my plants, most of my breakables, and all of my electronics are gone. It’s the books that will hang like chains on me when I shuffle off my mortal coil… the books… ooohhhhhh the books…
We would never insist that you wear a bathing suit.
Skinny dipping is always an option.
(bah-doom boom! tsch!)
No, but seriously. There’s a wading pool. We recommend it.
I think the parents will probably be out of town by then (they’re heading out west on Thursday), so if it doesn’t work out with Ron & the truck machine, I think I can volunteer the CR-V of the Oakville folks. I’ll talk to David – I think he may be working for part of the day, but he can maybe help with the front end, at least…I’ll check. Don’t worry – it’ll all work out fine – and my arms needed work anyway!
I’ve lost three posts due to “unknown journal”. What is up with that?!?!
Try me at work 416 314 7818, and I can give you my home number.
Also, I miss you and hope you are well. And give hugs to Uncle Tito for me, too; I should have visited him when I was down in San Diego last week! Darn. Mari has moved out to somewhere near Whole Foods, but she didn’t leave a forwarding address or phone number.
I’ll try to send you an Evite to my party (sad you can’t attend, due to being in HONG KONG!) and that will give you my new address and cell number. Check your email!