Teyrnon

After shuffling what little was on the shelf in my closet and while lying in bed I realized that it wouldn't be a bad idea to move those plastic bins in the bookcase by the door to the shelf. I rarely actually ever go into them and they've been something to trip over for years now. Originally they were under the bed but at some point I decided that probably wasn't the best place for that stuff so I stacked them up in a convenient spot. This was likely back in 2009.

One thing I've noticed is that dust had collected around them.  There was a heavy deposit of dust between the plastic boxes and the foot of the bookcase and slightly lighter all around where they sat. I vacuumed up most of it but still need to do a bit more work on it. I'll probably do that this evening.

This was found in a notecase in the back of my closet. I assume this piece of paper is from the same time period as the little pocket journal it was found with. Judging by the contents the pocket journal dates from the time I was recovering from surgery in 2000. Nothing in the journal sheds light on what this might be. Anybody got any clues?

Somewhat disconcerting is that I have no recollection of the little journal. The handwriting in it is definitely my own though.

This past week I got some work done on the projects I'm supposed to be working on. Really not much to be said there.

I got that box spring out the door. Decided not to ponder what those large yellow stains were overmuch. It was picked up this morning. It's now possible to get to just about everything in the room so that's a definite improvement. Now, I have the huge chair, computer table, a hamper full of blankets(?), two chests of drawers, a hospital bed, a strange exercise contraption, a desk chair, a sewing machine table with sewing machine mounted, a wheeled cabinet, and the contents of the two closets and everything stuffed into everything else to deal with.

I finally picked up the holiday debris in the living room. Shipping boxes and wrapping paper for the most part. Calling that room the living room is questionable. I don't spend much time in there and it really only gets used during special occasions and such. I'd refer to it as a parlor but that tends to get confused looks. This house really has two rooms that could be called a living room. The one that the front door opens into and the really large room in the back. I tend to think of the latter as the living room. Those who've been in the house will know what I'm talking about. Anyrate, the front room has been picked up and swept.

No news on my search for an electronic notebook/PDA this week. Right now, I'm waiting for various products to be released and we'll see what turns up. I'd like to get something by summer since it's possible I may be doing some traveling this year.

That's pretty much it for this past week.

I've decided for the nonce that I'm going to try to post every week. There isn't much to say this week. I'll just address a couple things and we'll see what else comes to mind if anything.

I think this is the year I need to finally empty my mother's old room and get things squared away for whatever repairs need to be done to that room. I've been putting it off for four years now. Just need to get the bed out of there so I can have enough room to move around in there. My mother liked to keep rooms tightly packed wall to wall with furniture and stuff. The bed will probably go to the side of the road a component at a time since I now know the trash collector will pick up one and only large item a week. Maybe getting it out of the house will help my sinuses a little. Who knows?

Apple announced the iPad today which is certainly going on my list of candidates for journal book replacement. It would seem more viable for the role than the iPod Touch. However, a cheaper netbook is still looking like what I'll end up getting.

I'm currently reading Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman and Pirate Latitudes by Michael Crichton. Also reading a collection of essays about Firefly/Serenity which so far has been a little annoying in that the first few essays seem more about tearing down every other bit of television science fiction in attempt to show how wonderful Firefly is in comparison. I'm hoping that the essays get better further in. I also loaded the Kindle with a few collections of H.P. Lovecraft's fiction the other night. I've been meaning to catch up on my reading of his work and now seems like as good a time as any.

Hey all. I'm looking to clear off a shelf or two by selling the books on them. What are some good places that buy books in the Atlanta Metro area? I want to reduce the amount I'll be lugging with me the next time I move, which hopefully will be later this year or at some point in the first half of 2010. Also would like to get some cash. :)

Among the books I'd like to unload my shelf of Doctor Who books, chiefly the Missing Adventures and New Adventures novels I have. I haven't really wanted to read them in the last ten years and would like to see them go to someone who'll appreciate them.

I'm looking for some advice tonight. I've got a gray chair that I'm getting tired of seeing and smelling. How do I get rid of it? Anybody got any ideas? No, I can't lift it myself. It's been nagging at the back of my mind for years now and I'd like to get it out of here so I can maybe rearrange that room into a nicer configuration without it. It's making me angry that I can't seem to do anything about it. I'm also embarrassed of the blasted thing on the rare occasions I have guests in the house.

Among the things pulled from the closet this weekend was a plastic bin of nothing but CD jewel cases. I've transferred them into a cardboard box as the bin is a perfect size to hold some of the video tapes now littered across the living room and kitchen. Do people use these things anymore? I prefer CD wallets and paper sleeves these days for CD and DVD storage. There was a time when I religiously put all cds into jewel cases but that time is long since past; a decade or so past, in fact. They take up too much space. I'll probably end up throwing them out if I can't find a good home for them. [sigh]