Crap.
Lots of crap.
I have too much crap, but not enough of the right crap. Lots of junk, not enough things I love or actually need.
But I'm working on it. I've been better lately about not buying stuff just for the sake of having stuff. But I also need to not be scared of stuff.
For instance: encyclopedia. I have a big classic World Book encyclopedia set. I've tried to not bring it back up to Illinois with us because really, everything you want to know is online, and we have single CDs that supposedly have the entirety of that huge selection of books. So it's stupid to have them, right?
But paper is different. The tactile nature of real books makes me process the information differently. You can argue that it's superior or inferior, but I think we do our kids a disservice by shifting to electronic sources exclusively. Oh, sorry. Rant pause.
So yeah, I'm bringing home the paper books. And I'll find a place for them. And we'll love them.
And they will not be crap.
(Note: this crap is crap. But it's Mardi Gras memory crap, so some of it will come home, and we'll love it, and it will become not-crap.)
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