. . .boxes of books. . . .
Three flights of stairs down. . . two flights of stairs up. . . .
Most of them are unpacked. More than 200 cubic feet of paper is waiting on the floor for the furniture.
These are estimates.
We are waiting on receiving one from Angel the electrician.
We are taking bets on the December MGE bill. Prizes include . . .
books. . . .
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
3 comments:
I've always said "reading can kill you."
I can relate - no matter how many books I purge it seems like there are more at the next move... ah well... re: the toilet, yes I do know pretty much how to do one - Dean and I replaced ours in the Cleve. Hts house - but not well enough to explain it -you're right that it's not rocket science tho - pretty basic - you guys will figure it out! I'll keep an eye out for a good DIY site... :)
Oh great good god, I know about books. They're like weights of memories. You move them around with you and can't stand to get rid of them. They stay with you and can provide comfort or embarrassment when you look at them again. I'm glad you're moved, but if the contest is on, I'd like to come over and help you save money on the first gas bill. Mine about ate me alive.
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