We are (sadly) still busily unpacking here at Caterpickles Central. Using my former metric of ignoring all the boxes of things that I’ve decided what to do with (but haven’t quite done yet), we have 23 boxes to go.
Only a couple dozen boxes down from my last status report doesn’t seem like much progress, and if you were to walk through my house, it wouldn’t look like much progress either. On the other hand, I have managed to *mostly* reinstate the fundamental organizational principle of any decent home library. See if you can guess what it is.
Still, I can’t shake the feeling that I’d be done by now if I hadn’t become so distracted by summer. I confess. I got tired of looking through my window at all these lovely cool Chicago days, and allowed The Seven-Year-Old to lure me outside.
Crabapple picking was totally worth it, though. So were the road trip to Wisconsin and the days at the zoos and museums and public gardens and playgrounds and pools. I love summer. Can’t bear to miss any more of it.
Even if I do only have 23 boxes to go.
Catch you in the fall.