It is late in the day, yet we still tarry on...in our task to move my work area down to the den and make my former office, Felix's room. I write this at the desk down in the den while Ron says to me "Stendhal?" And I say "oh yes, keeping the Stendhal. He just did that with Ondaatje's 'Diviserado' and I know now he is kidding me. How about 'Slippy McGee' or 'Thadeus of Warsaw' both ancient books with mouldy bindings. Nah - says I - they can go. Why are we doing this? Because I have two bookcases in my 'former' office and I need them cleared out and the only way is if we get rid of piles of books. So we are gleaning them from the bookcases down here. We'll take them to the second-hand book store and Wayne will tell us which ones he can take and which ones 'oh, no couldn't get rid of that in a month of Sundays'. Then we'll take our bit of cash and take the others to Value Village or somewhere like that.
The point is - I'm here - writing downstairs - and the bed is upstairs in what is now Felix's room. There is still lots to do - lots to move and shuffle but if he arrived tomorrow - he'd have a nice comfy bed to sleep on.
Tomorrow morning, Sweet-Patootie, number two son and I will go to the NEW market. Step-dot is at cadet camp learning to be a Buddhist warrior so she will have to wait. Cal, #2 son, is in town for a month and I've only seen him once so am glad to be able to spend some time with him. And SP will go because he hates the crowdyness of the old one so wants to see how this one is.
Later dear ones.