|Bedside and bathroom stacks...
||[Feb. 23rd, 2009|09:14 pm]
So, the plumbers are coming to remove the old toilets and install new ones. And that means areas must be cleared, since no one could easily maneuver the plumbing fixtures through the maze right now.
Lying in bed sick for so long enlarged the stacks beside the bed and in the bathroom...which I've started clearing away. This includes (for your evening giggles) eight copies of Science, seven copies of Nature, three copies of the SFWA Bulletin, three copies of The New England Journal of Medicine, one copy of The New Yorker, one copy of Scientific American, three BassPro catalogs (I bought two game-cams from them and will be getting big fat catalogs bragging about their testosterone content *forever*) P.D. James's The Private Patient, Elaine Powers's Medieval People, Braudel's Structures of Everyday Life, a book on Texas crawdads, Wildlife Stewardship and Recreation on Private Lands, Dew's Making Rocking Horses, Rogoff's Apprenticeship in Thinking, Pond Life (small field guide, not that good), Perez-Reverte's Purity of Blood (an Alatriste novel), and the proceedings of the First International Symposium on Specific Speech and Language Disorders in Children (1987). Plus a few books in genre, a mix of those I dislike and those I like (the disliked ones because I was groping about for something simple enough for my fevered brain.) Not mentioning any of the titles or authors, except a few of mine were in the mix, mostly picked up off the kitchen table on forays out to get something to drink and take aspirin. Plus the big fat all-in-one Shakespeare that's far too fat and heavy to read in bed...except sometimes only Shakespeare works.