there's practically nothing i enjoy more than spending a saturday and/or sunday afternoon with my nose in a book. like, reading it. not just sitting there with my nose in it. i imagine that to be wholly unpleasant and possibly itchy. but i do understand there are many of you who would find reading wholly unpleasant and possibly itchy, so it all evens out.
anyway! my penchant for reading is the main reason i was so excited that my good friend who will absolutely not remain nameless was kind enough to give me a box of his leftover books. i’d been able to deduce that after collecting them for years, he decided to give his new bride a break and not move all of them into their nest. for crying out loud, the action figures are already taking up all available shelving.
despite the fact that we'd talked about what kinds of books i like to read, i found myself walking to my car with my arms full of random books ... which is completely fine because i'll read just about anything. and i have to say, chris, your selection of books puts that statement to the biggest test ever.
when i returned from BW3’s thursday nite, the box made it only as far as the kitchen when i decided to save my new treasures for the next morning ... to make it like christmas. you know, like christmas before the Y. it's not every day i face the prospect of having 30 new-to-me books in the house.
instead of going to work on friday, i stayed home in a non-working capacity, which is typically ok with my manager as long as it's on the calendar and i find someone to cover for me. as i let zoey out for the morning, i nearly tripped on the box that i'd stupidly left in the middle of the kitchen floor and my excitement was immediately renewed. it came with me to the living room, where we sat together on the floor.
with baited breath … baited … and aware of my pulse, i removed the lid and peered inside.
seriously. staring back up at me? howard the duck. i wasn’t exactly sure what to make of it, but I also wasn’t willing to let my spirits be dampened so immediately.
somehow, i made it through ghostbusters 2 and back to the future 2, battlestar galactica, and tron (complete with a fabulous full-color photo insert!) without looking away. from there, tho, it really did become christmas at the Y.
alien … aliens … alien 3 … star trek 4: the voyage home … the best of trek 6 … the best of trek 14 … the joy of work: dilbert’s guide to finding happiness at the expense of your co-workers
[insert dejected sigh here.]
it's pretty clear which bookshelf i'd gotten, but the irony is phenomenal. this was the first time it ever jumped from behind a wall and assaulted me like that …
many of these titles are already in my house … their pictures move.
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A good number of the action figures found a new home, too. A home with a now deliriously happy small boy. His only disappointment is that I can't name more than 5% of them.
It's a strange world.
:-)
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