(no subject)
Mar. 20th, 2002 02:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dot_fennel2:30 pm: Floor stuff to open space, blocking access to the door but not actually blocking the door itself, were someone to vault over the piles of stuff and attempt to leave. Full drawers to bed. Bathrobe spread over nearby drawer. Unsorted top-of-dresser junk to bathrobe. Top-of-dresser CDs (about 320) piled high in space at foot of dresser, since the drawers no longer need to be pulled out into that space to be used. Dresser to corner of eastern window.
The big obstacle here was the small bookshelf, which I'd stuffed over near the window because, being the first thing moved, its final destination was not yet open. So, of course, it turned out to be a massive nuisance. It hadn't occurred to me that you need more open space in front of the dresser to slide drawers in than to slide them out because of the amount of leverage required to hold a heavy drawer in place while lining up the little roller things it slides on. In the end, the back nook currently lined with CD shelves was completely filled with other things and I still had only about 5 square feet to stand in, with a niche off to the corner to retreat to during the moments when an entire drawer was between my body and the dresser.
The porn drawer eventually needed to be unloaded, slid in, and filled back up. Long videotapes are deceptively heavy, but the big culprits were those hotsy-totsy books on sex (sorry, "sexuality") that my favorite local bookstore always picks up remainders of. I guess if it's printed on heavier paper, it's erotica, not porn. Yeah.
The piles of dresser CDs smelled faintly of pee, but the cat isn't currently that agile, nor has ever been that subtle, so I chalked it up to some issue with the plastic. Or my nose.
It's now snowing, which partially scotches my plan to go get a new CD shelf for the improved, relocated CD nook. I guess the shelf won't mind, and I can probably find a station-wagon cab without too much trouble.
Anyway, the second half: boombox from top of small bookshelf to top of dresser, bathrobe and contents to undisclosed secure location, drawers back into dresser. The dresser CDs stay on the floor until I figure out whether that corner will contain 3 or 4 disc shelves at the end of today.
I'm really getting into this Mindless Self-Indulgence disc. "Shuffle the deck for me, Harry Truman."
The big obstacle here was the small bookshelf, which I'd stuffed over near the window because, being the first thing moved, its final destination was not yet open. So, of course, it turned out to be a massive nuisance. It hadn't occurred to me that you need more open space in front of the dresser to slide drawers in than to slide them out because of the amount of leverage required to hold a heavy drawer in place while lining up the little roller things it slides on. In the end, the back nook currently lined with CD shelves was completely filled with other things and I still had only about 5 square feet to stand in, with a niche off to the corner to retreat to during the moments when an entire drawer was between my body and the dresser.
The porn drawer eventually needed to be unloaded, slid in, and filled back up. Long videotapes are deceptively heavy, but the big culprits were those hotsy-totsy books on sex (sorry, "sexuality") that my favorite local bookstore always picks up remainders of. I guess if it's printed on heavier paper, it's erotica, not porn. Yeah.
The piles of dresser CDs smelled faintly of pee, but the cat isn't currently that agile, nor has ever been that subtle, so I chalked it up to some issue with the plastic. Or my nose.
It's now snowing, which partially scotches my plan to go get a new CD shelf for the improved, relocated CD nook. I guess the shelf won't mind, and I can probably find a station-wagon cab without too much trouble.
Anyway, the second half: boombox from top of small bookshelf to top of dresser, bathrobe and contents to undisclosed secure location, drawers back into dresser. The dresser CDs stay on the floor until I figure out whether that corner will contain 3 or 4 disc shelves at the end of today.
I'm really getting into this Mindless Self-Indulgence disc. "Shuffle the deck for me, Harry Truman."
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2002-03-20 05:26 pm (UTC)