February 2, 1989
Dear Everyone:
Happy Groundhog Day.
“Jeannie” is really serious about moving. She’s actually cleaned out some of her closets! These are the very closets that became filled to the bursting point 30 seconds after I emptied them when I moved out a year and a half ago. (Has it really been that long?)
Things that she absolutely, positively Could Not Live Without have suddenly become Not Worth Paying the Price of Shipping. She’s been giving, and throwing, away things with both hands.
And guess who gets first dibbies on anything worth keeping? Right.
I knew there was a reason for not buying any patio furniture last summer. The reason was that I didn’t want to spend the money. But now that it’s FREE, I have plenty of furniture on my patio.
We went to a movie Saturday afternoon. Dangerous Liaisons. Period piece set in France just before the Revolution. Fantastic sets. Stupendous costumes (I never realized that ladies were routinely sewn into their gowns in the morning and cut out of them at night) and great performances by actors portraying truly horrifying people who had nothing better to do with their time (after dressing) than destroying other people purely for the “sport” of it.
After the movie, we loaded both cars with stuff from “Jeannie’s” apartment and took it up to my place.
On Sunday, I cleaned out my main storage closet. This was necessary (aside from it being a mess from the day I moved in) in order to make room for a dresser which will make room for another dresser which will make room for “Jeannie’s” rolltop desk, which I can’t wait to get my hands on. I took, literally everything out of the closet (8½’ x 3½’), rearranged some old bookcases with extra shelves from “Jeannie”, and put everything back in. Now it takes up about ½ the floor space that it used to and there is a perfect spot to put the dresser. Added bonus, I’ll be able to use the dresser to store out-of-season clothes and such.
Then I cleaned some boards which had evidently been out on the deck for quite some time. It took a couple of hours to clean and oil them. These boards have been around for a while; they originally belonged to “Frankie” when she lived in Half Moon Bay. Maybe “Jeannie’s” not the only pack rat in the family. Anyway, I set up brick-and-board shelves to hold the extra books that “Jeannie” gave me last week. I’m rapidly running out of shelf space in my library (second bedroom). Since getting rid of books is unthinkable, I guess I’ll have to look into making some REAL bookcases to replace the amateur ones I have now. Maybe next summer.
THEN I cleaned the patio. That big storm we had just before Christmas blew every leaf in Contra Costa County into my patio. I filled an entire grocery bag with leaves before I even started to use a broom for sweeping.
Of course, they’re all back now. Like something from a Stephen King novel: The Leaves That Would Not Die. Or stay away.
By Sunday night, the place looked pretty good. And my back was killing me.
I spent Monday (a vacation day) recovering from Sunday. I sat in my rocker with a pillow behind my back and caught up on deferred viewing. Brotherhood of the Rose. Not bad (nothing with Peter Strauss is ever bad enough not to watch). Overboard with Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell. Not good. Wall Street. Why does anyone think that Darryl Hannah can act? Besides, I don’t like her nose.
In other news…
We unearthed another set of those RCCS printouts that had been marked for "Tiddly" Holds on boxes. So I’ve been comparing old RCCS reports with new CRMIS reports, trying to match boxes. Usually, this isn’t too difficult. But in this case, someone had moved a whole row of boxes. This means that the RCCS report had the old location while the CRMIS report had the new location and I’m lost somewhere in the middle.
I finally found most of them by looking for series numbers and dates instead of boxes. Sort of like counting the number of bran flakes in your bowl by multiplying the frequency of raisins by the square root of Pi.
Love, as always,
Pete
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