Library

Ok, so we have a library. But it's a mess, and always has been. When we moved in, the books got shoved on shelves, along with everything else, including games and CDs. We knew eventually we would organize it, the seven year delay not as bad as it could have been. Dylan got some cataloguing software, and the work has begun.

I think we hesitated to bother Moby in his age and illness. Now that we aren't bothering him, and my hand is nearly healed, it feels like the right time. I knew, but didn't really know, how much this would engage Dylan. We have a project. And we haven't moved house in seven plus years, so it was time.


A total mess for a week or so. Eventually, we will also get to the workshop. And a yardsale.


Sorting through, putting in energy to hold back the chaos.



The chaos is inevitable. Order is not permanent. Nor should it be. Like perfection, too much means death. All our component atoms in number order... not conducive to life. Too much disorder, put through a randomizer like a blender, also not conducive to life.

The messy middle way of this wabi sabi life.




"I'm having yours."

"O... ok..."






Note: may have been the spilled catnip I was drying, not food. Not entirely sure. Don't know if Zeppo likes the 'nip or not. I suspect he may be a non-reactor, like Moby.