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"Vicarious Snow for Gwynne Garfinkle" sounds like a jazz improv or possibly experimental electronica. Taken earlier this evening, shortly after the snow began. Being able to stand on a front porch is an exciting experience. I am still considering how it compares to a back deck.
Beginning late in the afternoon, I unpacked and shelved all of the plays, poetry, biographies and memoirs, and assorted nonfiction—currently sorted into performing arts and literature, science and philosophy, sociopolitics and wars, and literature of place and time—that came with me from the old apartment. Further volumes are still in storage. The Judaica is its own section and will require more shelves, as will the classics. Being able to unpack all of the fiction will also require more shelves, ideally not another apartment. It all used to fit into a one-bedroom, but I cared about fewer things then.
Beginning late in the afternoon, I unpacked and shelved all of the plays, poetry, biographies and memoirs, and assorted nonfiction—currently sorted into performing arts and literature, science and philosophy, sociopolitics and wars, and literature of place and time—that came with me from the old apartment. Further volumes are still in storage. The Judaica is its own section and will require more shelves, as will the classics. Being able to unpack all of the fiction will also require more shelves, ideally not another apartment. It all used to fit into a one-bedroom, but I cared about fewer things then.
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That sounds volatile. Maybe add some natural history for boron?
(I have two copies of your first novel, so the hardcover is shelved with the Judaica, which means at the moment it is in a box.)
I am glad you have walls -- warmth-holding, structurally stable walls.
It's so nice! We do need draft blockers for the front and back doors, though. And this afternoon I bought a toilet plunger, as I recently realized that we moved without one and was immediately filled with retrospective terror.