Well, I have begun the process of unpacking the boxes. So far I have done two... what do I call them? If it were a spreadsheet, with rows and columns, it would be a column, I suppose. I have done two columns in the front-facing row I think. I am not sure if my spreadsheet analogy works. I have re-written this paragraph four times now.
I open up a box in a column. I have no idea what will be in it. Just a notation that says "books". I open it up, and see what's inside. I found some Stephen King hardcovers from the 1990's, back when I made it a point to purchase SK in hardcover, until I realized that his writing had become so painfully long-winded that these massive books contained far more pages than necessary to tell the story. The example is one that King himself cites as his lowpoint: an overwrought piece of treacle name The Tommyknockers. King said he was stoned out of his gourd when he wrote that novel, and it shows. That book cost him a lot of goodwill with me. But I digress.
I also found some of my Nova Scotia history books. And a bunch of back issues of "Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine" from the 1970's and 1980's. Just random stuff, pulled off the truck in no particular order, and loaded up in the truck from the storage facility in no particular order, where they were place in the storage facility in no particular order, where they were picked up here from the house a couple of months ago in no particular order. The order was shifted so many times that it would be unrealistic for me to expect them to be in any useful order at all.
I work 30-45 minutes every night, for two nights now. At this rate, in a couple of months everything will have been processed. I will have decided what is staying and what is going. A lot of work, but spread out over time.
The carpenters will be here on Wednesday to fix the things that still need to be put together. The lazyboy was put back in one piece by the restoration company, on Monday. But the couch was not. And the project manager says it will be fixed, along with this cherrywood computer desk. I don't have a clue where the bloody hardware is to put the thing back together, but I am sure that any professional carpenter should be able to improvise something to make this a decent computer desk again. As soon as I write this blog post, I will take everything off this desk, including this computer and my beloved model m keyboard, and make sure that the desk is ready for them to do their inevitable magic.
So much work. So little time. So very tired.
Calling it a night. It's a night.
See you tomorrow, I hope, from a restored computer desk!!