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The Acme of Giving
Oct. 24th, 2004 07:53 amThere are times in one's life when one reaches a culmination, a moment of perfection.
My sophomore year in high school, we needed a manila folder for English class. My mom, as moms often will, brought me twelve. I filled them up, then needed a file cabinet. That Christmas I got a file cabinet full of French books--talk about the ultimate!
For our tenth wedding anniversary, I gave Himself ten comedy cds, five by George Carlin and five by Dennis Miller. How am I ever going to top that?
When Himself took over the title company last year, he was stuck with a lease on an office on the north side of town, an hour away on a good day [which they seldom were]. He was known to take as long as an hour and forty minutes, just to make the trip one way! Even aside from the whole general suckitude of the trip, it really cut into our personal time.
Let's just say, when the lease expired at the end of September, my spouse, the original Reluctant Mover, was positively gleeful about moving. To the south side of town, *much* closer to the house.
As a consequence of this, we inherited some left-over office equipment. Since the firm is waddling its leisurely way towards paperlessness, this included metal filing shelves--6 of them, 8' high, 3' wide, currently back-to-back right down the middle of my garage. That's 72 linear feet per side, 144 feet in all, with potentially up to 288 feet, if I ever need to double-row. The catch is, just from excavating a couple of rooms the last week or so, I've already filled up over 100 of those feet.
Now, the questions remain: how is he ever going to top himself, & isn't that my job? Further deponent sayeth not. [weg]
My sophomore year in high school, we needed a manila folder for English class. My mom, as moms often will, brought me twelve. I filled them up, then needed a file cabinet. That Christmas I got a file cabinet full of French books--talk about the ultimate!
For our tenth wedding anniversary, I gave Himself ten comedy cds, five by George Carlin and five by Dennis Miller. How am I ever going to top that?
When Himself took over the title company last year, he was stuck with a lease on an office on the north side of town, an hour away on a good day [which they seldom were]. He was known to take as long as an hour and forty minutes, just to make the trip one way! Even aside from the whole general suckitude of the trip, it really cut into our personal time.
Let's just say, when the lease expired at the end of September, my spouse, the original Reluctant Mover, was positively gleeful about moving. To the south side of town, *much* closer to the house.
As a consequence of this, we inherited some left-over office equipment. Since the firm is waddling its leisurely way towards paperlessness, this included metal filing shelves--6 of them, 8' high, 3' wide, currently back-to-back right down the middle of my garage. That's 72 linear feet per side, 144 feet in all, with potentially up to 288 feet, if I ever need to double-row. The catch is, just from excavating a couple of rooms the last week or so, I've already filled up over 100 of those feet.
Now, the questions remain: how is he ever going to top himself, & isn't that my job? Further deponent sayeth not. [weg]
