Oh life, you never stop moving, and you always insist that I emulate you in this. Therefore, I shall once again b changing residences in response to your perplexing motions.
Basically what I’m saying is: Heidi and I are moving.
Basically what I’m saying is: we found an apartment that has decided to not reject us.
Basically what I’m saying is: the next couple of weeks are shaping up to be quite distracting com my writing process.
Basically what… Okay, I’m done with that one. Never mind.
It is not just the moving process itself. I am well adjusted to the process in theory, having done it an incalculable (to my mental state at this moment) number of times over the past few years. Put everything away, carry it all, then put it away in a different place.
Plus, it is all shaping up to be a bit simpler because instead of scrambling to get boxes from everyone we sort of know, we purchased a package of boxes. In addition, half our stuff is still packed from the last move and in storage, awaiting retrieval.
All things considered, it should mean that this is all shaping up to be one of the simpler moves in my life.
Unfortunately, my lower back muscles have unionized and are picketing the move. Unless The a lower Back Muscles and Associates’ demands are met (something along the lines of a four week vacation and a shrine built to the ibuprofen gods), my lower back promises to be oth a physical and a metaphorical pain.
And you know what did it to me? Books.
Stupid books and their stupid paper and their stupid tendency to fit into boxes all together at once.
So not mistake me, I love books while I am happy to take an e-reader for plenty of titles, I like having paperbacks and hardcovers of the books I really love. I will never run an e-book burning campaign, so I guess I rest in the middle on the crazy scale.
This most recent packing adventure is tipping the scales, however. Heidi and I own enough books to comfortably fill two floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, but the same books fill quite a few more boxes.
I started packing with the intent of distributing books across the entirety of our packing, so that the books would not burden any one box too heavily. In the process, however, I discovered that books fit too well together to resist packing them in the same box, and some things are just tough to figure out how to pack with a few books lining the bottom.
Stacking the book-filled boxes destroyed my lower back. I did not even get them out of the room. Sad to say, I did not realize the damage I had done until a few hours later, as is often the case with such injuries.
This begs a question: would a digital-majority be a wise way for me to move with my books? I mean, yeah, it is so,etimes cheaper, and easier to store (especially with many online services who provide simple and eternal license to download a title), but mostly… the weight issue.
My e-reader weighs 6 ounces. That’s around one third of a pound, folks. Any guesses as to how many one-third-pounds my physical book collection weighs? (Hint: greater than ten)
It helps that Heidi and I have similar taste in boos, so buying a digital copy is rarely wasted on just one of us. And I can store plenty of books on an e-reader, on my tablet, on my computer.
There is a certain something to having a physical book, but I am starting to lean toward not making it a priority to have a physical copy.
I will miss the chance to have signed books, and so we will probably continue to buy paperbacks or hardbacks of the books we really love. I have pre-ordered the latest book in The Dresden Files and would not be satisfied to relegate that to a digital file. (On that note, however, I will also get the audiobook to enjoy after reading the book because Dresden audiobooks are awesome in their own right.)
I also recently discovered the e-book library management system called calibre… it could shift me even further toward digital.
Anyone else having a crisis of paper faith?