cd storage in the time of mental unrest
I am back in one of those phases of my mental cycle where things need homes and the homes need to make a degree of sense -- to the mental condition if nothing else. This past week has found me filing dead tree stuff from the basement in my surplus USGS filing cabinet, shelving books and magazines, organizing my copious amounts of garbage, and dealing with my CD collection.
Well, our CD collection, technically. Nat is responsible for the purchase of a fraction of the CDs with which I've been dealing. And, she has the run of the CD cupboard for anything she wants as long as I haven't somehow managed to lose the disc (but not the case) or the CD in question is not a part of the selection of music I am presently hording.
It's a good system, for me anyway. I don't mean to imply in any way that the intersection of music we both like is large.
Nat is awfully patient with me and she did tell me to get rid of some of her junior high music after almost nine years of marriage. If you happen to be looking for early Shai, Babyface, or Boyz 2 Men, drop me a line.
Presently misplaced CDs for which I have cases jumped from two to five since the last major reorganization. Is this like the disappearing sock problem about which I hear other people talk?


