I should be getting ready for the impending arrival of my FIL for a late birthday/xmas visit but instead I’m hunched over the keyboard with a tepid cup of coffee trying to pretend that Chico isn’t awake in his swing. There is a little green something–seahorse maybe?–that he alternates between flirting with and looking really concerned by. Right now it’s out of his view so he’s looking a little irritated and trying to make do with the orange fish instead. After spending the greater part of the night trying to get him to nurse on the left side so that I didn’t wake up in agony, I think he can sit for a bit and ruminate. For the record, I had to change my shirt when I got up because the entire left side was soaked from letdown. This one-sided nonsense is a new trick, and I hope he forgets it by tonight. He seems to only like nursing on the right side when lying down, which only works when he isn’t up every 2 hours.
But anyway, I’m stealing some me-time. After frantically trying to get the place looking like grown-ups live here for the past 2 days, I deserve it. Honestly, we got a ton done but my perfectionist brain is still agonizing over the few things left on counters and the fact that a good hosing-down would be the best remedy but for the furniture and rugs that would not survive. I keep trying to tell myself that getting the last little bit done will be much easier, but my brain certainly doesn’t want to hear that. After all, if the apartment is clean, what will it berate me about?
That is neither here nor there, or at least not in the traditional sense, as what I really wanted to write about was organizing books. When we first moved in here, I agonized over how the books would be arranged. With far more volumes than could fit in visible shelving, I had to employ a combination of size arrangement and subject arrangement. For the most part this worked out splendidly–our baseball books have their own shelf in the bookcase, complete with the zen garden baseball diamond, autographed Yankee hat, and the baseball card collection I started for Lucy. Poetry books are all together on another shelf, trade paperbacks in a tidy row on yet another. All of my Joyce Carol Oates and Margaret Atwoods are together alongside the John Irvings. All except the bottom two shelves, which became a sort of ‘these don’t fit anywhere else’ catch-all.
After C started college and I started my writing class, it became painfully obvious that we were going to need more book storage. My mom brought up a small one which went into the bedroom and was immediately filled, so we isolated a proper spot in the living room and began the search. It took quite some time for me to decide on the perfect bookcase, but eventually I found it. I think I even blogged about finding it, it was so exciting. And when it got here, we sort of threw the excess books up there and it became the non-fiction/pop-up book bookcase. As C’s classes progressed, the amount of texts increased. By last month, it became painfully obvious that we were ready for another bookcase. And so we got another for the foyer, which sat mostly-empty until the day before yesterday.
Since Lucy is part of a very, very long line of folks who read obsessively, her room has slowly been overrun by books as well. Board books, lift-flap books, Big Girl books, chapter books. These were initially arranged by subject as well, but a small child doesn’t care so much about library-like order when there are books to read. And so she and I spent a good amount of Thursday sorting and moving her books around. The baby board books are now in the living room in a basket for Chico. The books she has received since Chico was born are on one shelf in her room. The pop-up books and activity books are in the foyer. And I am one happy Mommy.
But better yet–three of the five shelves in the living room bookcase are now arranged by subject–Mesoamerica is on one shelf, Egypt and ethnographies on another. My writing books are in a neat stack on one side and our law books on the other. It is truly glorious and gives me more of a sense of accomplishment than any of the rest of the neatening up that we got done. I cannot WAIT to finish the bookcases!
We are now a heatless apartment. C turned off Lucy’s heater last night. I’m in a 3/4-length sleeve shirt with capri sweats and the chill of morning was easily taken off by a cup of coffee. If it gets cold again we’ll turn on the one living room heater for a day, but otherwise I think we’re going without and will just keep a fleece apiece in the main area. All of us are breathing better with the heaters off.
Also, I’ve started working on figuring out our December numbers for the Riot and will hopefully post those (along with an explanation of my methods of estimation) on Monday. I still have a lot of recalculation of my other numbers since I was counting each car ride like I counted transit (meaning if 3 of us took a car somewhere, the mileage was counted 3x instead of once.) Thus I am hoping to be able to give an accurate overall reduction number for the first seven months by next week. Remind me to move all of my papers to my command post (bed).
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