
David’s stepmom and his niece arrive tomorrow at noon.
I have launched an archaeological expedition in search of the guest room bed. And floor.
So far I have discovered a pair of shorts I can almost wear, copies of a dozen books I need to read again, and an envelope of snapshots taken at the Barrow reunion in San Marcos ca. 1990. Plus assorted print materials.
All of our rooms abound with print materials. Good luck with your dig!
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Ah yes, I started a dig in my “book room” a few months ago. Found some art prints that I need to have framed, some cookbooks that I set aside to look at (probably for about the fifth or sixth time) and some other books I have stashed to read later when there is time. Almost got the floor clean enough to walk through without a possible life threatening accident. But then, had to shut the door and do something else. And started stashing more books because I needed the room elsewhere. Now when I open the door the floor is covered. I think the books are reproducing themselves. And I’ve added some old Vogue magazines I ran across somewhere. And more cookbooks, of course. Doesn’t everyone have one of those rooms that just attracts stuff? I’m suspicious of people who are completely neat and tidy. And who don’t have books in their house.
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