Things I

Three days after the transfer of goods, the books remain in boxes. The
three bookcases in the office are bare. Well, not entirely bare.
Altogether they support just one small box of books, an odd assortment: The
Rhetorical Tradition
, a couple of textbooks, a copy of Social Text
71, Collision Course, What Writing Does and How It Does It,
Sams Teach Yourself Macromedia Flash 5 in 24 Hours
, a 4th ed. MLA
, Evolving Perspectives on Computers and Composition Studies:
Questions for the 1990s
, and a few others.

You, haul

In the 30 minutes it took me to set up Ph.’s computer and reconfigure his
wireless connection, he toted a major portion of the boxed books from living
room floor (where we’d jointly relocated them from the garage) to the upstairs
office. In the photograph, Is. appears to be asking whether the books
should be brought upstairs or down (but we all knew where they went and that she
could be

setting us up
). This means that the books are now piled next to the empty shelves,
within arms reach. Tomorrow, I will unpack them, give them their
independence, and restore the piecemeal collection to its
"mild boredom of order."