Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Packrat? More like pack mule A good night's sleep really works wonders. We managed to unload the U-Haul and get all of our stuff under the roof, although T's mom's living room is now an obstacle course, and the basement where we reside looks like a warehouse for a slightly disreputable flea market. We're going to start sifting things into three piles : Keep, Donate, Trash, and hopefully reduce some of the overwhelming clutter we carry around with us from house to house. I have unfortunate collecting tendencies - lots of art, in framed and sculptural variaties, books, which are horribly heavy, and also scraps of paper and things that I find meaningful (old class notes, letters from friends who I haven't seen and probably will never see again, that sort of thing) and it all adds up. Add to that T's music gear (five guitars, a sax, assorted keyboards, none of which work, stands, props, microphones, amps, and cords) and his computer stuff (old modems which *might* work, cables, monitors) and we've got a full house. (Not to be confused with Full House, and did you hear that Mr. Belvedere just died? I loved that show) Where was I going with all this? Probably nowhere. I'm going to get back to work now - spent the morning photographing glassware, and straightening out a complicated accession mess that was due to confusion over quilts. 12:33 p.m. - 2001-08-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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