Finally we did the organizing we'd talked about and put off for months. It's the sort of rearranging of rooms involving moving bookshelves (and sorting their books), moving computers and game systems (and sorting their wires and cables) and rearranging the art on the walls. No shortage of yaks to shave there either.
A project not to be taken lightly. It's a commitment, not to be abandoned once begun and not to be finished in a day. It becomes very like a slider puzzle, or worse yet, a Rubik's Cube. With dust. With dust and a cat capering about for added chaos. Eventually, order begins to grow out of the stacks and jumbles and the finish can at least be imagined.
Given the wide range of types of problems to solve, I'll take this sort over most. Problems involving things are infinitely easier than problems with people.
It's rainy and cold, gray and gloomy outside. It's indeed possible for palm trees to look sad. Aubrey and Orion ventured outside and she took photos of wet and gloomy and of Orion, who is neither.
Tonight, Orion and I finish Chapter IV, leaving our band of dwarves, hobbit and wizard in the clutches of goblins once again, this time in the dark underground. I encourage him to ask questions, especially about words he doesn't know. Tonight he learns what a feed bag is and, interestingly, that questions tend to get answered as we read along. Often the answer to what worries us is just around the edge of the next sentence. So we might do well to worry less and keep moving along.
Hmm.
