Last night I took a few hours to thoroughly clean my bedroom, and in so doing decided that I would move this furniture here, place that lamp there, and reconstruct my room. This will be the third arrangement this room has had since I moved here, but I think the transitions add a fresh perspective to things. In fact, I’m looking longingly at the living room to do the same, but those bookshelves would be a beast to move around. Hmmm. But just to warn you all, the hideous green recliner from my college days is currently a new addition to the living room–we’ll see if she lasts out there. Unsightly chair, it had previously been chained up in my bedroom where none should have the misfortune of looking upon it, and there it was sat in rarely and more often became simply another surface upon which to throw clothes which could be recycled. And so, part of my reason for moving the chunky thing out of the bedroom was that I might not have such a place to throw clothing but instead learn to manage the wardrobe better.
And sad that I should spend so many words on moving a recliner, eh?
In other news, I recently finished London’s “The Sea Wolf,” and still have a small pile of books by my bed waiting to be turned through. Thought I’d take a vote: which of the following books should be next on my list?
A. I, Claudius by Robert Graves
B. Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe
C. Rabbit Run by John Updike
D. some Chekhov short stories and a bit of collected poetry for a little while, in honour of coming autumn
Any recommendations? I’m carrying poetry around everywhere anyway–it is fall, after all! The season of creative sparks…