at least, there’s a direction I’m going in. Between trying to clean this place and getting fed up with the rain, I’ve been trying to install shelves in my office. Yesterday I FINALLY finished them…and have to remind myself that I’d better not buy any more books for a while.

One room (almost) down. The next step is my music room.

But I can’t finish until I get the rest of my furniture in from storage and some very nice strong people to get it in the house for me.

I picked a date at last, credit cards be damned.

And I’m going to work hard at keeping traffic zones clear for the movers to get things in.

This is why I haven’t posted in a while. I had to move my desk and get things sorted. Some things are in the middle of the room still (and some boxes I haven’t broken down yet are in the corner, waiting for me to do something with them). I don’t have all my organizational materials and shelves to put in the closet, and my file cabinets aren’t here yet, so a lot of that stuff is sitting in my red arm chair and ottoman, waiting to go somewhere else.

Either way, there’s a reason I planned on being a book blogger.

I didn’t know there was such a thing as having too many books. These are all of them, minus music/song books, cookbooks, and drawing/art books in their respective places:

I was so glad to finally get all these books on the shelves, and no wonder. I’d been tripping on boxes the past few weeks, and now I can walk around without towers of book boxes around every corner. The place looks so much bigger without 50 boxes of books in the way.

It took a week to get the tracks and brackets on the wall, and a few more days to organize the books.

You’ve probably noticed little white library labels on them all…and yes, they’re on all of them.

It was a boring summer with no job when I started doing that, and I kept it up ever since. Sure makes finding what I need really freaking easy, that’s for sure.

I think I was a librarian in a past life. Can’t think of another reason.

I blame seven weeks of cabin fever in my garage for my book-buying binge (the hours of cataloging and labeling sure gave me something to do).

And to think I said a few years ago that when I got past 1000 books, I’d stop buying til I sold or donated some to make room. Well, I went to 1200 before I let that kick in…but it didn’t last long.

I checked. I now have 1,568 books (1,535 on the shelves).

I might only have room for 20 more books at the most…but now that I’m organized, I’d rather get back to reading what I want.

First step: clear things out of the way for the movers.

Second: finish Shakespeare and get back to what I want to pursue this year.

A life of learning, books, music and art. And fitness.

Can’t forget that.

So after I set up the drum kit, it’s back out into the shed/gym to finish the floor before the movers drop heavy equipment onto it.

Got two weeks and change.

Time to get back to work.

But first, I’m gonna enjoy this right, with a cup of tea and a good play.