I’m sorry to have missed yesterday, but Dan and I were figuring the layout of wood floors and buying a table saw and … other stuff.
How many of you remember that we bought this house partly because of a library with a wall of shelves going floor to ceiling 14 feet tall and eleven feet wide? Good, Good. This is why we held on through thick and thin on a short sale that went south four times before miraculously coming back onboard.
… which I thought was really good when we figured out it took everything, with one of the spare bookcases for my remaining fiction-on-paper (mostly signed volumes, and a few books not yet in electronic) and a couple of shelves for my brag shelf.
That is, until younger son moved and needed to store things in our garage and we went and got the remaining unopened…
WHY did the movers put FORTY boxes of books in the garage. And, dear Lord, they’re all research and I can’t just donate them.
For the last year and a bit, the library has been unusable, with piles of boxes blocking access even to what is already shelved.
Since I’ve been wasting three weeks in Home Improvement TM (from the POV of writing, of course, a waste. Maybe?) and since the library is actually REALLY important in a household of writers, three of which tend to the historical and sometimes need quick references, I started browsing craigslist for ANYTHING. What I was willing to take was really tall bookcases to replace the loose ones we have, so they MIGHT take most of the books and then I’d do another cull.
What I found was a library system of matched bookcases that hook to each other and to the wall. They’re eight feet and a bit tall, and fourteen feet of wall space. Of course, they’re not real wood (we couldn’t afford them if they were.) OTOH their not being real wood means I can paint them white, so while they don’t match our wall-library, they’ll kind of blend in.
The problem is painting over paper veneer TM is hard because it bubbles up. So I have them a coat of shellack, sanded, then a coat of white paint to about half of them. I’m hoping to finish the others today and be able to write afterwards. Thing is, if we get them downstairs I can indenture sons when I catch two of them in the house, and get things set up. Older son’s lovely future bride can help me shelve them rationally, since she wants/needs the use of the library anyway.
So, is this writers’ block gone insane? Um… no This stuff has needed doing since we moved in two years ago, and we’ve been putting it off because I lacked energy. But the longer you put these things off, the worst chaos multiplies. So… Taking care of them.
Weirdly a side effect has been that I’m positively hungry to write for the first time in years. Husband things that I needed a break from just writing, writing writing, and since a lot of the house remodeling TM has required my creative strengths, I’m still using my creative mind but not in words, and that unblocked things.
The urgency is finishing before the snow flies, not just for better ventilation, but because I’m using two bays of the garage to work in, and cars with ice/snow are not a good thing.
But except for today it SHOULD be evening/Sunday work from here on. Which is good, actually. Evening work gives me some exercise when I’ve been sitting on duff.
The bad side? I was so happy to be done with refinishing crap, to have left all that in the past. The good side? Oh, boy. To begin with, Dyce gets “Death In Marble” and “Maquetery Murder” and “The Body In The Painted Library.” They’ve been writing themselves in my head, so when I finish A Well Inlaid Death, there’s those.
I won’t lie too, that it’s a good thing for this work to keep me away from the news, as I’m gibberingly insane with fear of the elections.
Look, by the mood of the electorate, the left should lose big. But…
But motor voter has eroded our votes for decades. Not just by registering people who have no right to vote, no. Also because it gives a LARGE pool of people who are unlikely to vote and who can be exploited by impostor-voting or vote-by-mail. Since some of our states are mandatory vote by mail… well…
And then there’s funny schemes like West Virginia Vote-by-phone. While a warm body a vote is not the best thing ever, it’s better than what we have, which is one name one vote, regardless of whether the name is entirely fictitious or someone else’s.
But the nation schools, media and entertainment have — against all examples from the rest of the world — convinced a significant portion of the nation’s women that they live in an oppressive patriarchy and everyone is always out to get them and keep them down.
It’s a perfect form of gaslighting, because it goes like this: You don’t feel oppressed? Your mind has been colonized by the patriarchy. THAT’s how oppressed you are.
Women have been encouraged to consider their every failure a fault of the “the system” and to obsess over every slight, every look, every peel of laughter (whether directed at them or not) and every maybe, perhaps, half remembered grope.
I watched these shabies become convinced that Kavanaugh was somehow responsible for that boy in fourth grade who either kissed them or didn’t kiss them when they didn’t want want it or wanted it, and who SOMEHOW was a patriarch.
Yes, most of them are incredibly funny, including their obsession with bad-porn Handmaiden’s
Tail Tale. And yet, there’s a lot of them, their vote counts as much as mine or yours, and they’ve been convinced a vote against Republicans is a “brave” and courageous thing, which means something that will give them good feels.
Yes, they’ll vote themselves and their menfolk into shackles for the feels. They’ve been propagandized into imbecility.
But the media isn’t reporting the left’s crazier words and most corrupt actions. Or the physical attacks on political opponents. If they were disgust would be universal. But they’re not.
Look times really are achanging and the worm really is turning. It’s all over the world, including Brazil — BRAZIL! — and it’s a definite noticeable new trend. Something, to quote Wretchard, has finally woken and is fighting back against the forces of dissolution.
But we who fight for it are at an incredible disadvantage, even with the little help the new media gives us. The left has almost swallowed the world entire. We are fighting without the use of our legs and with one arm pinned down.
Our victories are AMAZING. (Kind of like my averaging two books a year while so hypothyroidal that I couldn’t remember little things like most of my first language.)
But we’re still at a disadvantage, in voting, in reporting, in education.
We need room. A lot of room. Like 25 years worth of room.
We will get it, but in snatches. Because the other side will score wins too. But their wins, even if brief will be devastating and things could get very rough. How rough? Well, consider the violence already happening, and social media already shutting dissident views out.
I hope this is not one of the defeats. The man we have as president besides being not-ideal (who is) is a deal maker, and if he gets the opposite party in the legislature… Well, think about it.
And the left really, truly, is crazier than I’ve seen it in decades. They remind me of the left in Portugal at the worst times.
So, it’s good I’m away from the news. Tough after today, I need to buckle in and work towards the elections. There’s insty, there’s PJM and there’s this blog.
Small potatoes, at least the last two, but every pebble causes a ripple.
And that’s the best I can do.
If we lose it’s not the end, it’s not even the beginning of the end, it’s not even the end of the beginning. But it’s a set back and it will cost us in wealth and lives, and make the fight even harder for us and our children and grandchildren.
Let’s try not to lose.