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Approximately 80,910 boxes (of books) left to pack and tape… and come to find out that the high-pitched crinkly sound of plastic packing tape makes my 21-month-old Scream. Bloody. Murder.
Speaking of books: Help a sister out.
I think that there is, in fact, such a thing as too many books.
The Professor thinks not.
This marital dispute rears its ugly head once every few years, i.e., every time we move. It’s not as bad as the famous Hubcap Disagreement (which, after 6+ years, I won), nor as painful as the time I wanted to buy a cute vmoto scooter and he said I was being ridiculous. Painful, I tell you.
I appeal to you. Is it possible to own too many books?
When I was three years old, my grandparents took me out for a full day of fishing on the Siuslaw.
Ten minutes after we left the dock, I announced that I had to go to the bathroom. My grandparents presented me with a coffee can.
“I’m not going to go in the coffee can!” I said.
“I’m not turning the boat around,” said Grandpa.
“I don’t want to go in the coffee can!”
The fellows in the next boat over began to laugh.
Grandpa did not turn the boat around. And I did not go in the coffee can. I held it all day.
This is one of those family stories that’s only funny to one’s own family. It was also one of my late grandmother’s favorite stories of me as a kid. And it’s one of those stories that gets repeated, oh, every three months or so.
Not sure what to make of all of that, but these are 7 Quick Takes, and it’s one more random thought on my mind.
While we’re in random stream-of-consciousness full disclosure mode, my extended family (mom’s side) likes to call me Ronnie, just because they know I hate it (ahem, Jaime). Whatever you do, don’t call me Ronnie (ahem, JAIME).
Back to books. One of my tasks these next few weeks is to make a big list of everything we need to buy, when we’re once again rolling around in gold coins like Scrooge in Duck Tales. And one of the things I’d like to consider buying is a Kindle.
Personally, I like real books and would never think to buy a Kindle. Luddite that way, you know? But I have downloaded several e-books to my mom’s iPad these past few months. And then I was sent a review copy of a helpful book, via Kindle, which I need to take with me when I move. I haven’t retrieved it yet, because I don’t know if I should get a Kindle sooner rather than later… and I can’t seem to make a decision.
See, I run ubuntu on my computer and the Kindle app, of course, doesn’t work on it. I could download it to my husband’s computer (he’s running Microsoft like the rest of the world – Apple people are on their own planet – not sure where ubuntu people reside), but that would be super, super inconvenient, for him and for me.
This is my first world conundrum. Thank you for listening.
Do your daily work of mercy:
read some other Quick Takes over at Conversion Diary.
Thanks once again, Jennifer, for hosting!