The University of Wisconsin Eau Claire set up my move in time from 10 - 12, Sunday the 30th. It bugs me to no end because the must know that some folks go to Church on Sunday, and more over that these church services notoriously start at 9, 10 and 11.I decided long ago that I wasn't going to fall into the Target dorm room way of doing things. No, I want instead to have such a room:
You'll note the contents: a bed, a place for praying (with a large crucifix, and a few books), a stove (which will be replaced by a coffee maker, for tea), and a desk. So much more beautiful. Yet I am not quite a Carthusian yet. I'd gladly not eat meat, wear sandles in the snow and exit my cell but three times a day, but I cannot as of yet give up my books. I need my books. They are an extension of my mind, in fact. I am not quite whole if I do not have Aquinas at the hand. I'm a stunted man if I cannot decide, on a whim, to read Fitzgerald. Take away everything else but my books. I assembled a large under bed storage container to hold them all. It is far to heavy for a man of my stature to carry comfortably, but it is simply a necessity.
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