Sunday, May 16th, 2010

I don’t need no stinking reason to put the granola in the refrigerator, do I? I can absentmindedly put it in there without it meaning anything, don’t you think? I put it there before I drank my second cup of coffee, so I wasn’t even hitting on all four cylinders yet (I’m a compact model). So it doesn’t necessarily mean I’m losing my marbles, right? Besides, I’ll bet granola keeps longer if you put it in the fridge. Just sayin’.

bookshelf, books, book porn, basement lair, man caveIt’s been a day of being distracted by things I’ve been planning to do for days, weeks, years, and finally doing them. I didn’t have solid plans to do anything specific today; mostly, I planned to sit on my butt and read. I finally cracked open my copy of Rocketman, a memoir of moonwalker Pete Conrad, last night and gobbled up the first ten chapters even though it kept me up past my bed time. I started right in again where I left off while I made the morning pot o’ java after I looked out the front window and saw the newspaper hadn’t been delivered yet. I’m a little more than halfway through the book already and I wouldn’t be at all surprised if it kept me up past my bed time again tonight.

Because I keep getting distracted, right? I took a trip to the hardware store this morning, looking for some pipes to drain the rainwater away from the downspout at the corner of the garage, and came back with some shelving brackets, plywood and four bags of topsoil for the planter out front.

The topsoil was pure inspiration. My Darling B has this yearly ritual of buying a flat of posies in the spring, then leaving them out front on the porch or the sidewalk or, a variation this year, on the back deck and forgetting about them until they die. For whatever reason, the image of a flat of dying posies flashed before my eyes as I passed the gardening supplies and, lucky me, the top soil was on sale. I stuffed as many of the bags as would under my push cart and moved on.

The plywood got ripped into bookshelves for my basement lair because I wasn’t going to pay eighty bucks for a finished bookshelf when I could rip three shelves from a two-by-four foot piece of half-inch plywood I could buy for four dollars. And the bookshelves were a gotta-have. I’ve been carrying home bargain books from Saint Vinnie’s all winter long so they’re falling off the shelves in the basement where they’re doubled up and stacked until every bit of every shelf has been crammed with books. A set of shelves over my desk was long overdue.

A set of shelves which, by the way, somehow emphasized how little direct light I have on my desk. I’d been thinking about repositioning the overhead track lights all winter, when I had plenty of spare time to do that sort of thing, yet never got around to it, somehow. Today being a day of distractions, though, I found myself up on a stool with a power drill, unscrewing the tracks and moving them to a spot on the ceiling over my desk where I could point them so I could see stuff. Zow!

With that all done I finally had time to … wait, I’ve got to re-hang all the photos I took down to put up the book shelves.

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