J.C. would think something like, Well, I suppose it makes sense that you would be shopping here, then.
Along those lines: We have way too many books in this house. I imagine that someone like Dan Wickett has it worse than I do, but it's still pretty bad. As I've been cleaning, I've been shuffling some books around, and I found several that I'd purchased in the last couple years and completely forgotten about. So, it was kind of nice finding them, but I have no idea when I'm going to get to them all.
Two photos of a couple of problem areas:
The Buffet:
The night stand (displayed on the bed):
I've aready read quite a few of these; the problem now is figuring out where they will be relocated.
J.C. and I were having monk fantasies the other day, imagining our life without so many possessions in general. And after cleaning for the past couple hours, those fantasies have intensified. I keep imagining myself in a room with white walls, surrounded by nothing. In my head, I'm dressed in a burlap robe.
2 comments:
Great seeing the Kesey in there but just as cool seeing Sherrie Flick's work there!
CRUDDY!
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