Dan and I are doing what we always do when he has vacation: household stuff. This is why staycation never works for us. If we want a vacation, we have to go away, even if just to a hotel in town. Otherwise,either we get into projects, or things break until we do. So, this time we just decided to move everything around in basement, clear one room at a time and floor it with wood. (Older son and lovely fiance already did half the great room down there.) At the end of this — next week — is putting up the amazing library system so I can actually find my research books and actually, you know, write. I’ve been screaming that I can’t access my tools of the trade. Well, now I can.
But right now it’s phase one, which means clearing out older son’s office (his dad is TG handling the computers) so that we can floor that, and then we can move stuff from the library there, and then we can… yeah, like that.
Phase one involves finding space in the library. Which means moving the forty boxes of books that appeared on the floor (from my perspective) when husband and younger son cleared the garage to put younger son’s stuff in when he moved to a smaller apartment a year ago. Apparently the movers ignored things like “library” and just piled boxes of books in the garage. What else is new?
Anyway, turns out not all of those forty boxes should be in the library.
For instance did you know that for movers comics and “manuscripts” are the same thing? I didn’t. But I’ve been enlightened. Apparently marked up manuscripts, print outs and research notes are all comics. I confess I never even guessed at this, but now I know, right?
Other things: Apparently I didn’t lose my mind (who knew?) and donate my research books on WWI and the space between the wars. They’re just in boxes marked (not by me, by the packers) “comics, family room.”
I don’t even understand this as this is the first house we’ve had a family room, we never had comics in the family room (mostly in boys’ rooms, honesty, except for the stack by my bed, which I pilfered from them when ill) and more importantly STUFF LIKE “ELIZABETHAN TASTE” “CHRONICLES OF WORLD WAR I” & “TECHNIQUES OF THE RAPIER” are not now nor have they ever been comics.
But apparently there is a parallel universe in which they are comics for the family room (which has NO bookshelves.)
The brag shelf is more or less marked brag shelf, and oooh, boy, do I have more books to sell. (In time. We need a system of organization.) However I’m 99.9% sure that half the things marked brag shelf were not in the very large cabinet thus marked in the other house. Why? Because I’d have to be completely crazy and possibly stoned to put David Drake’s work on my brag shelf. ALL OF IT. Maybe they thought I was David Drake? Or maybe they were going by the rocket on the spine. (In which case, I know where my John Ringo and Correia hard covers went.)
Other things I’ve found out: I’m a compulsive buyer of research books. No, seriously. I thought it was bad my Elizabethan shelf was six feet wide and floor to 14ft distant ceiling. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Yeah, no. There are probably another ten boxes of books. (To be fair I’m including all Tudors and Tudor biographies in this. Because it’s all linked.)
France in the time of the musketeers? Another half that. And then…. Well, let’s say it’s a good thing I bought fourteen board feet of library system, 8 feet high. (Yes, that’s wasting vertical space, and when I have money I’ll have floor to ceiling matching the others built. But this should hold us for 5 years or so.)
This completely explains say the 10k I used to spend a year on history book club before Amazon.
I probably should ask the help of a power greater than myself, but the first rank of that, for “we need to clear clutter” is husband and he just says “But hon, are you going to write a book set in that time? You know you like them to be accurate.”
As for Himself up there, He’d probably laugh at me. He does that A LOT. (I’m the plucky comic relief.)
So, I just want access to my books, and I’ll be able to finish a bunch of historicals.
The way to that is paved with moving the fricking boxes and laying down floor.
Back to the exercise.
Ah’ll be back. And if I learn more interesting things, you won’t be able to avoid hearing about them.