No rest for the weary over here at the latest (and last?) abode. We moved on June 29, and the unpacking continues. Every time I think we've made significant headway, I turn around to face a seemingly brand new stack of boxes. And the books, oy, the books. We do have an extraordinary collection of photography books -- those large "coffee table" type, I must say. But hauling them from place to place is a chore deluxe. We had hoped to donate many of them to the library in our community, but they really don't have the room either, and the books don't seem to be terribly popular in their experience.
My husband has collected exquisite books by his favorite photographers: Bresson, Doisneau, Kertesz, Atget, Erwitt, Salgado, Turnley, Adams and Avedon to name a view. And then there are the collections from Magnum, Leica and Life. If you don't know the names, look them up on Google and be amazed. I especially encourage taking a look at Salgado: his work monumental and his life even more exemplary.
It the midst of all this chaos, the hubs made a lovely omelette for breakfast this morning. We have not cooked many meals in the past three months and this was a rare treat. He makes the best omelettes: simple, cheesy, crusty on the outside.
I wonder if I'll regret the cheese in a couple of hours....
Sometimes I throw caution to the wind.
So, after breakfast, it's back to the unpacking. I wonder, can we finish it today? It's a tantalizing prospect and will no doubt take all day to do. But wouldn't it be great to be done?
We'll reward ourselves with dinner tonight at the Grill with friends. A worthy reward.
Note, dear readers, I have avoided the shit storm that rages outside. Purposefully.
I prefer the shit storm that exists within my own walls.
Have a good weekend, and please do something just for fun. Just for yourself. Because.