March 9, 2006
Yesterday, my personal organizer, Darcy Peterson, whipped my main library into shape, designing a legend, or key, to where the books should go. I have dozens of mini-categories (Native-Americans: Apaches:Scouts: Mickey Free: Mickey Free reference: Taharamara reference) but about a dozen major sections (Art, General: Western Art: B&W Period Illustration: Old West Photo books: Mexico: Trains: Route 66, Gunfighters: Cartoons & Comic Strip books: Civil War: Historic Biographies). She consolidated them, and streamlined the process. At least they're off the floor.

I also filed more artwork this morning and it’s great to see the surface of several desks (it’s wood!). Darcy succinctly described my predicament as “self-inflicted chaos.” Too true.

One of the tragedies of my cleaning is that I culled out a whole bunch of books that I planned to donate to the local library, put them in the back of my truck for delivery, but forgot about them yesterday afternoon when it rained. Had to chuck a few (“Feliciana Meets d’Loup Garou” a children’s book I got when I judged a WWA book contest).

Our offices are torn up as Dave Daiss reconfigures our space with new walls and alignment. It was long overdue, but we are living in a construction zone. Great New Yorker cartoon showing a couple talking to another couple in the midst of a torn up house. Caption: “Our dream is to live long enough to see the end of our renovation.”

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“A man who wants to lead the orchestra must turn his back on the crowd.”
—Old Vaquero Saying