The other day (OK FINE IT WAS WEEKS AGO SHUT UP) when Ted picked up the boys, he dropped off a giant box of books. I moved out of the house in Hastings in September of 2014 which means it has taken more than two years to get all of my books moved to Connecticut (if this box is indeed the last of them), a fact that will not surprise a single person who has known me for a long time.
I read a lot. And I reread a lot. So if I like a book at all I keep it, because at some point I will read it again. Yes, the Kindle has changed my life but I am old and was alive for a long, long time before the Kindle was invented and over those many years I managed to amass a lot of books.
Anyway, Ted, having clearly ignored the well-known "Pack Books In Small Boxes Because They Are Heavy" rule, somehow managed to carry this from his car to right inside my front door without giving himself a hernia.
I am not going to lie: It took me two days to even open the fucking box. And when I did finally open it, it was clear that not opening it had been a wise move and I should probably have just taped it back up and ignored it for a few more days.
But sadly, the box was in probably the most inconvenient place in the entire house and even I, who can overlook piles of laundry and detour around mountains of Lego for weeks, was unable to keep pretending the box wasn't in the way. So after a couple more days, I attempted to unpack it.
You can probably see where this is going. Believe me, it got worse before it got better. But eventually I was able to get rid of the actual box, leaving only the contents.
Yes, that is the entryway to my home. No, it was not possible to open the front door.
What you see in the picture above was the status quo for longer than I am willing to admit but today when I got home from work, I was finally ready to deal with the situation.
This is progress. At least at my house, right now. I will admit that the bar is not particularly high, but 2017 has been a bit rough so far and I am going to take the wins where I can get them.