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venetia_sassyNo headache last night, just a general muzzy-headedness from lack of sleep. Overslept again today but I am feeling more human! But I think I need new glasses. Things are now a leetle fuzzy even with glasses on (and still are after said glasses are cleaned. How do they get so filthy so quickly?!)
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Last night, much to our surprise, my brother turned up in his Ford F250 ute, followed by a Kennards moving truck. Apparently he'd just finished clearing out Dad's apartment. I didn't want anything from his place, except a couple of crossstitch pictures I'd made for him, but I have now acquired some bookcases which wouldn't fit here, a couple of eskies, a picture that I don't really like but was always in my room at Dad's and all four of the flower arrangements I'd made for Dad plus a few extra vases. It all reeks of cigarette smoke and I really don't know what to do with any of it. Everything is in the garage for now. But I couldn't really say that last night as the truck was still half-full and the back of the ute was packed as well. And I imagine loading up Dad's stuff had been rather upsetting for the brother.
I do want the crossstitch pictures. Dad liked them. Brother had already picked those up and has them at his place, will give them to me later. (He keeps calling them tapestries. I've never done tapestry in my life but at least it's a needlework term.) The flowers ... the first arrangement was sheer creative desperation. Birthday or Father's Day, I can't remember. Dad was pretty bad about decorating. He liked to have a few colourful things but it never occurred to him to buy them. I think at least 50% of the decorative items in his apartment came from me. Anyway he liked the first flowers so I tried a second lot and he liked them so much he asked me for specific arrangements twice more. That was pretty amazing.
But now the flowers reek of smoke and they're mostly the wrong colours for our house so ... yeah. It's weird.
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Having acquired two new bookcases (even if I don't have a place for them), what happens today? I suddenly acquire about four boxes of fantasy novels.
The grandmother of my friend Pip has had Alzheimer's for some years. She was a big fantasy fan and while I've never met her, she used to lend books to her granddaughters who lent them to me. Hello, introduction to Mercedes Lackey and Isobelle Carmody! Last year, her daughter started moving books out as grandmother could no longer read and I was given the chance to check out the various books, take what I liked and the rest to be donated. Well, I'd finally managed to shelve all those books in my shiny new shelves and now there are more! Pip's mother came over today with about eight boxes in the boot of her car and she and Mum had coffee while I sorted through the books with the odd feeling of don't want to be greedy/but then they'll go to a sale/you don't have room/ooh shiny!
Pip's mother said she was glad the books would be valued by someone. I still felt kind of greedy and weird, going through her mother's books while said mother is now in a nursing home, unable to read - or recognise her family most of the time. And I am more interested in the books of a woman I've never met than my father's possessions. Weird.
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I now have around seven dozen (I haven't actually counted) novels, mostly high fantasy, to find a place for.
I'm going to wind up double shelving again. At least.
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Last night, much to our surprise, my brother turned up in his Ford F250 ute, followed by a Kennards moving truck. Apparently he'd just finished clearing out Dad's apartment. I didn't want anything from his place, except a couple of crossstitch pictures I'd made for him, but I have now acquired some bookcases which wouldn't fit here, a couple of eskies, a picture that I don't really like but was always in my room at Dad's and all four of the flower arrangements I'd made for Dad plus a few extra vases. It all reeks of cigarette smoke and I really don't know what to do with any of it. Everything is in the garage for now. But I couldn't really say that last night as the truck was still half-full and the back of the ute was packed as well. And I imagine loading up Dad's stuff had been rather upsetting for the brother.
I do want the crossstitch pictures. Dad liked them. Brother had already picked those up and has them at his place, will give them to me later. (He keeps calling them tapestries. I've never done tapestry in my life but at least it's a needlework term.) The flowers ... the first arrangement was sheer creative desperation. Birthday or Father's Day, I can't remember. Dad was pretty bad about decorating. He liked to have a few colourful things but it never occurred to him to buy them. I think at least 50% of the decorative items in his apartment came from me. Anyway he liked the first flowers so I tried a second lot and he liked them so much he asked me for specific arrangements twice more. That was pretty amazing.
But now the flowers reek of smoke and they're mostly the wrong colours for our house so ... yeah. It's weird.
*
Having acquired two new bookcases (even if I don't have a place for them), what happens today? I suddenly acquire about four boxes of fantasy novels.
The grandmother of my friend Pip has had Alzheimer's for some years. She was a big fantasy fan and while I've never met her, she used to lend books to her granddaughters who lent them to me. Hello, introduction to Mercedes Lackey and Isobelle Carmody! Last year, her daughter started moving books out as grandmother could no longer read and I was given the chance to check out the various books, take what I liked and the rest to be donated. Well, I'd finally managed to shelve all those books in my shiny new shelves and now there are more! Pip's mother came over today with about eight boxes in the boot of her car and she and Mum had coffee while I sorted through the books with the odd feeling of don't want to be greedy/but then they'll go to a sale/you don't have room/ooh shiny!
Pip's mother said she was glad the books would be valued by someone. I still felt kind of greedy and weird, going through her mother's books while said mother is now in a nursing home, unable to read - or recognise her family most of the time. And I am more interested in the books of a woman I've never met than my father's possessions. Weird.
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I now have around seven dozen (I haven't actually counted) novels, mostly high fantasy, to find a place for.
I'm going to wind up double shelving again. At least.
