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Boxes Boxes Boxes
Jul. 18th, 2009 05:34 pmSo it's Desert in the Middle of the Summer weather - ie miserably, wretchedly hot - so of course I decided this would be the perfect time to set into unpacking all the boxes still in my closet. I've been working away on that the last couple days. My general practice with these boxes is to open them up, take out all the books to put in my bookcase, and then putting everything else back in the box so I can put it back in the closet because my room is tiny and bare and I have no place to put the million and one oddments I've collected over the years.
I have found some pretty strange things so far, though. Like five pairs of non-functioning headphones. An electronic dictionary. Some medals I won in high school for being good at something or another. Several (rubber) scorpions. Scholarship letters from colleges I didn't apply to. Some Shel Silverstein poems I copied out freeand to tape to my walls. Half a box of lavender incense. More snowglobes than I know what to do with. A tin whistle. Four Chinese dictionaries, three-year Chinese shampoo, and a pair of chopsticks with a chopstick rest shaped like a duck.
On the other hand, I've got a lot of my books unpacked, including most of my books on Wicca and all my Anne of Green Gables books, along with my book on mummies and a ton of reference books I didn't even know I still owned. So that's cool. And I've got a bunch of my knick-knacks set out on my bookcase/cabinet thing, and my altar laid out on the top of it, which is just a good feeling. It's not a very formal altar - I know I've got some things in the wrong places because of lack of room, and I don't have a pentacle except for my necklace, and I've got some random stuff up there just because I like it, like my Japanese fan, but whatever. I don't really think the Goddess gives a damn. It's not like I'm going to be doing any rituals here, I just want a decent place to meditate.
( you can't see it, but the painting in the middle is a waterfall. )
Tomorrow I'm going back over to my mom's for the afternoon, and we're dyeing my hair pink. Should be fun.
I have found some pretty strange things so far, though. Like five pairs of non-functioning headphones. An electronic dictionary. Some medals I won in high school for being good at something or another. Several (rubber) scorpions. Scholarship letters from colleges I didn't apply to. Some Shel Silverstein poems I copied out freeand to tape to my walls. Half a box of lavender incense. More snowglobes than I know what to do with. A tin whistle. Four Chinese dictionaries, three-year Chinese shampoo, and a pair of chopsticks with a chopstick rest shaped like a duck.
On the other hand, I've got a lot of my books unpacked, including most of my books on Wicca and all my Anne of Green Gables books, along with my book on mummies and a ton of reference books I didn't even know I still owned. So that's cool. And I've got a bunch of my knick-knacks set out on my bookcase/cabinet thing, and my altar laid out on the top of it, which is just a good feeling. It's not a very formal altar - I know I've got some things in the wrong places because of lack of room, and I don't have a pentacle except for my necklace, and I've got some random stuff up there just because I like it, like my Japanese fan, but whatever. I don't really think the Goddess gives a damn. It's not like I'm going to be doing any rituals here, I just want a decent place to meditate.
( you can't see it, but the painting in the middle is a waterfall. )
Tomorrow I'm going back over to my mom's for the afternoon, and we're dyeing my hair pink. Should be fun.