The Library(ish) Room

Hey gang. Let's talk about books for a sec.

I happen to enjoy books a great deal. I like reading them, and I have quite a few of them. When we moved into this new house of ours, we had two bookcases filled with 'em, but another eight or nine moving boxes filled with those that couldn't fit in the shelves. So we bought another one. That left us with five or six boxes of books lying around the house.

Neither Kris nor myself were very fond of the idea of continuously purchasing additional bookcases for the house. For one thing, we don't have the room for any additional furniture - we're up to the hilt in furniture around here - and the logistics of housing all of those random bookcases (that probably wouldn't match) is just something that neither of us want to deal with.

The solution? The Random Room.

What the hell's the Random Room? Its exactly what it sounds like, folks: its that one room in the house filled with random nonsense, unpacked boxes, and crap. Storage bins, a coffee table, a large bulletin board from my old office, the vacuum cleaner and other cleaning polearms, and a mountain of books and photo albums.

All in all, a big mess.

This room had to go.

Kris and I realized that with my mom and stepdad coming down to visit, we'd be able to tackle a lot more remodeling and construction around the house. Cowabunga. John was able to install a series of brackets and shelves down the back wall that was strong and sturdy enough to hold our numerous tomes (thanks again), and - voila - we were able to turn what had previously been a constant source of annoyance into a cozy, mini-shrine of knowledge.

Check it out:


Now all I need is a parlor chair and I'll be all set.

Slainte,

Brian