Our bookshelf goes from Boethius to Bradbury. Alan Dean Foster to John Fowles

explodingcat: "Given the state of the shower, I have my doubts about a woman ever living here."

Yes, years of soap scum, folks. One man and a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser will take care of it, though given the state of his wrists and arms, it will take a few days. Fortunately, we still have another house with a shower.

Today has been a day of wintry mix--mostly ice pellets with some snow. It's been lovely--cold outside sounding like oh-so-many-pounds of buckshot are raining from the sky. We moved some stuff earlier today--lots of kitchen stuff.

I need to talk to my dad about spice racks. I can't decide if it's cheaper for me to build my own or if I should just buy pine/spruce racks (shelf, wall-mount) from ikea for 3.99 apiece. Anything I build would be more like a shadow box with several boxy sections. Problems with it--I have no sawhorses, no clamps, no level. I could buy those, but that + wood + varnish will run up a fast bill. On the other hand, the satisfaction I get out of it would be great. Hrm. I'm thinking I should drop 30-40 bucks at Ikea for the time being. And then later I can build a nice rack that will last for approximately five hundred million years (I have great faith in tree sap disasters). I can always sell the things for 1-2 bucks apiece at a garage sale.

I realized today that I would never get around to posting a classified ad for the washer and dryer, so I talked to boy. We were going to offer them up for 50 bucks--buyer moves them and takes *both*. Boy decided that he'd rather not worry about it, so I put 'em up on Freecycle. Now I just have to decide who gets 'em. Our Freecycle isn't necessarily a first come, first serve, which is good--our server doesn't deliver mail in order, anyhow. All responses go to the sender, not the list. I admit, I'm more prone to choosing folks who give a specific reason than folks who say, "I think I could find something to do with them." Yeah, sorry, you better be washing tack or your kids clothes, not turning around and selling them. Not that I really care. I shouldn't care, I suppose.

I have a confession to make. On snowy days as a kid, my favorite lunch was tomato soup with grilled cheese sandwiches. The cheese didn't have to be those horrific slices, but I didn't complain when it was. Well, I've been craving that combo. We had a bit of snow Thursday night and I wanted grilled cheese and tomato soup. So I bought Amy's Creamy Tomato Bisque last night, along with organic american cheese slices. I had Ener-G's tapioca bread, but I left it at the other house.

Well, today, guess what I had for lunch? Oh, it was wonderful. Boy used some of the bisque in his impromptu pork dish for his supper and I used the rest over brown rice for part of my dinner. Just now, I made myself another sandwich. This cheese even melts like plastic, though there's nothing nasty in it. Amazing.

I'm quite proud of boy, by the way. He made meat without a recipe. He even had gorgeous presentation. I'm trying to get him to write down the recipe to share, but now that he's done it, he realizes why I rarely write down every dish I make--it's so simple, it seems like anyone can throw it together. Thing is, not everyone can cook like that.

Maybe he'll share.

I shelved more books today. I ran out of shelf space halfway through Simmons. Actually, I was halfway through Somtow, when I found more Simmons and more Rutherfurd. There's a metric shitload of robbins, vonnegut, woolf, tolstoy, and spy novels. Yes, I'm giving spy novels their own section. I probably won't keep them all, so that can be a revolving collection.

krasota: Our bookshelf goes from Boethius to Bradbury. Isn't that wrong?
explodingcat: Boethius to Brown would be wronger. Of course, people will think Dan Brown, not Dale Brown.
krasota: Bradbury to Brown, dear. It's not like I can get rid of the Bradbury, unless we segregate Science Fiction.
explodingcat: Dewey Decimal is looking better and better.

Hey, Dale Brown is good action/thriller/spy stuff. I like it.