Think about it: is there a single Jedi knight -- just one -- who hasn't seen his light sabre disappear down a steep drop of some sort at just the crucial moment of battle? Skywalker? Kenobi? Anybody? Anybody? Velcro, people! Get with the program!(And next, somebody loses a limb, but I've covered that one already.)
My favorite holiday, Thanksgiving, approacheth. The Sibs has expressed an interest in having it out in a restaurant this year, which is sacrilege, of course, but all she really wants is a year off. Which I can understand. But I don't have a dining room, and I do have cats, to which her husband is extremely allergic. Their married and otherwise attached grown children also have cats, so there you go. R has offered to host it in her apartment, which is a little roomier than the Sibs' house due to having slightly larger rooms and a great deal less furniture, but I don't think the Sibs will go for that, and will elect to keep it at her house again. We'll be cramped -- we're up to 14 people this year, one in a wheelchair, plus a baby -- but that's the way it goes. Of course, if they light up the fireplace, we'll all die of the heat, so let's hope it's not that cold on Thanksgiving this year. The last time they did that, it set my allergies off like nobody's business.
So here's the plan:
Tomorrow, Tuesday, we are working in/on the new library, adjusting shelf height, moving tables a bit here and there. On Wednesday, the books are coming back. On Thursday and Friday, we are preparing our things in the Library in Exile to be moved. Next week, on Monday or Tuesday, the custodians will help us move them. From that point on, we are in our new home.
There's still lots of work to be done there, and I don't know when we'll actually be open to the public. We may be in there next week without computers or phones; the wiring is in, I understand, but not the equipment. We of the library staff are bringing our computers with us from exile, just as we brought them with us into exile, so maybe that's a simple case of getting there and hooking them up. I don't know, but I'm not stressed over it.
It will be very, very nice to be out of this place. No more sitting at a rickety computer table. My new desk is very nice. It's not an antique like my old desk, but it's roomy and has lots of drawers and files and things.
