We did a crazy thing yesterday that resulted in all sorts of attempts at home improvement. Beautiful Smile emptied the bookcase in Teen Spirit’s room and the bookcase in the hallway. She wanted to dust them– which was a fantastic idea.

But the plot thickened.

Once all the books were down, I decided to go through them, and help Teen Spirit organize them. His collection of Alice and Wonderland books, his Harry Potters, Series of Unfortunate Events, Narnia, Peanuts, Calvin and Hobbes, Tin Tin…

I found plenty of stuff in there that didn’t need to be there, including every marble school notebook he’s ever used, which went into long-term storage.

All of this was a many hour process. Luckily he was out babysitting for most of it. He didn’t even get mad at me for helping to organize his room.

The bookcase in the hallway was another matter entirely. I’ve always hated that bookcase and where it wa located — on the wall right before you get to Hepcat and my bedroom. It’s just not that roomy in that part of the hallway — and if there’s more than one person you have to go through sideways.

Also, that bookcase it a junk collector. Somehow it just always ends up that way no matter how many times I clear stuff away. Pencils, action figures, dice, single earrings, outdated Metrocards, business cards we don’t need. You know how that is?

Once the books were removed, I felt a certain freedom. But where to move that dumb bookcase. This apartment is pretty much maxed out in terms of furniture space. Hmmmm.

Eureka. Ah Ha! THE BATHROOM. For towels and toiletries. Okay.

I moved it myself. Quietly. And this bookcase is six feet tall and three feet wide or so. But I didn’t want anyone to see me mid-move because SOME PEOPLE AROUND HERE get very agitated anytime I move ANYTHING.

Change is a big deal for Hepcat, Teen Spirit and OSFO. But I think the white bookcase looks nice in the bathroom with the red and orange towels and only our prettiest creams, perfumes, shampoos, figurines. There’s even a shelf for Kleenex boxes, First Aid stuff, toilet paper, the blow dryer and an odd selection of bathroom reading.

Hepcat thought it might be a little claustrophoic to have it in there. But he didn’t FREAK OUT like he usually does when I make a change.

Some of my changes are pretty good, y’know. Change isn’t always bad, y’know. Now to figure out what to do with all the science fiction books, the auto books that were on that shelf. Seems like we have an awful lot of Stanislaw Lem and Terry Patchett books. Oh well. It’s not up to me to give those away.