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Topiary watched"The Bachelor" episode last night, (yaa, snarky comments) where the final two contestants invite the Bach to their apartments for dinner.
Clean and soulless, these apartments were. Not a book to be seen. No piles of paperwork projects, no cd's waiting to be filed, no strange items picked up on travels, just decorator items on the walls....
When Topiary walks into a home, if there are no books, no writing, no computers, no projects, nothing to indicate any mental activity, she has a sinking feeling.
Moo!
posted by The Topiary Cow at
7:20 AM
6 Comments:
You'd be right at home at my house, then. We've got so many books, they're piled up next to the shelves. I need to go through and get rid of some of them, but I just can't.
(I know, I know...)
TV I can live without. Wall hangings, candles, lamps, rugs ... ditto. But books, no way.
Cow feels the same way, though books DO have a way of accumulating to surge capacity, then requiring a superhuman effort to push back the tide....
Cow really just doesn't understand people who have no books. But then, they probably don't understand those of us who do, either.
Moo!
I don't consider myself a packrat, generally speaking, but books are the exception.
[sigh]
No, I don't understand how some folks live without books either.
Me, either. Although if a television crew was coming my piles of papers and projects would be in my laundry basket in my closet.... heh.
Topiary would have to hire a man with a tractor for that eventuality.
Moo!
heh!
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