I had an extraordinarily contradictory weekend. On Saturday, I arose and, my morning routine accomplished, betook myself to [the abode of wonko, lissel, and bedrick, you shall recall|text|Friendland], where I proceeded to spend the day watching Die Hard, Die Hard 2, and Die Hard with a Vengeance; petting a cat I am very allergic to; eating pizza; playing Mario Kart on the Friendland Gamecube, and generally disporting myself. On my return home, I played Unreal Tournament against wonko (under his curious nom de guerre, ‘pants’) until the small hours of the morning.

On Sunday, I arose, and, my morning routine likewise completed, applied myself to the excavation and organization of my project room, oft called Wunderkammer in pursuance of an excellent suggestion by mfc. It was, before yester morn, little more than a mass of boxes, with the occasional foot-sized clear patch of carpet for when I needed to find something in its depths. The closet, containing several very shallow shelves, had a few forlorn boxes of comic books, piled with unorganized comics… the bookcase, long a victim of misplaced shelf brackets, held a few oddments on its two fixed shelves. Yesterday I worked for somewhere around seven hours, or perhaps six. It is now a room! A room with an antique writing desk, books on the shelves and shelves in the bookcase, a stained-glass hanging lamp securely suspended from the ceiling, and space to walk around the few remaining unsorted boxes! My comic books have been bagged, boarded, and filed, my special books - too special for the rest of the fiction collection - duly installed as inspiration. Boxes of sewing patterns and stationery await the call of duty, and various beading accoutrements have come to light. I did not only work on the wunderkammen—I also scrubbed the flight of cement steps up to our door (something I’d wanted to do since Winter, but was finally allowed to do by Matt’s purchase of a hose, and goaded into by lissell’s slipping and falling on them last week!) I got SO much done.

So I had, in short, the most contradictory weekend ever. People kept politely asking me today how my weekend was—and it was a rather difficult question!