Fading lines.
Feb. 27th, 2019 10:18 pmI was planning on doing PT tonight and maybe baking something, but then I got a new bookcase. And it's a handsome one - made of wood and nails, white paint, a little dusty from being discarded from another apartment but nothing permanent or unsightly, especially now that it's got books in it. Rescued from the curb after being placed outside on the weekly recycling/garbage pickup day, which tends to offer this sort of thing on a fairly regular basis.
I'll need some heavy-duty bookends to help with the big, tall books I'll be putting up on top.
The new shelf's taken up the old CD rack, the DVD rack, and a little wooden shelf, and it wasn't until after I got it all put up that I realized I don't have any pictures of the old arrangement - the arrangement I'd had since I moved into this apartment. Blast. It's not all that different, glancing over and seeing books lined up neatly instead of glancing over and seeing digital media formats lined up carefully. It's just the principle of everyday documentation that's only now widely available to us as a species. I'll have to keep it in mind.
Like when I get those bookends, and can show stuff off.
I'll need some heavy-duty bookends to help with the big, tall books I'll be putting up on top.
The new shelf's taken up the old CD rack, the DVD rack, and a little wooden shelf, and it wasn't until after I got it all put up that I realized I don't have any pictures of the old arrangement - the arrangement I'd had since I moved into this apartment. Blast. It's not all that different, glancing over and seeing books lined up neatly instead of glancing over and seeing digital media formats lined up carefully. It's just the principle of everyday documentation that's only now widely available to us as a species. I'll have to keep it in mind.
Like when I get those bookends, and can show stuff off.
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