I've spent a sizable chunk of my first day of holidays IN my books.
As in, moving them.
See, on Monday morning I have an appointment to get Cable-TV installed here.
[Wow Cipriano! Welcome to the world!]
Recently, Canada scrambled their free TV channels. The very channels I have relied on for news etc., my entire life. Hence, my [new] TV screen immediately became just a big snow storm and/or ant fight -- I'm not sure which it is. All I know is that I can only watch it for maybe an hour or two, it's totally boring stuff!
So I finally bit the bullet and called up the Cable people.
Monday's the day!
However -- I've always known that the cable connection thing is behind my bookcases. So today I started with the far one, hoping that the connection was in back of it.
No such luck.
Moved everything out of the second bookcase. What the hell? It's not there either.
Three's a charm?
Now, my friend and I [tomorrow] are going to saw holes through my beloved book racks so that cords can fit through, threading their way to the new Samsung, yonder. I will also have new "cable" internet as opposed to my DSL I've had for fifteen years now, plus a better phone plan.
So -- big changes in store at the Bookpuddle Headquarters.
No more ants fighting in the snow. I will actually have TV channels to choose from! How amazing! Incidentally, I probably won't even watch much of the shows available to me. I'm not much of a TV viewer. I prefer reading.
But today I had some hands on experience with how much of a pain in the *** the moving of books can be!