Out Of My Tree

So today was all about re-organising the garage so that all my stuff fit in there and the rest of the family could still get to their items.  In two hours the garage went from completely full to half empty (there would have been photos here but my brain wasn’t awake enough to remember to take them).  I put two shelving units together to house my books inside, as after a roof collapse damp paper disaster a few years ago there was no way NO WAY I was risking them again.

And all my DVDs came in too so there are now two copies of Star Wars and Pirates of the Carribean in, and as far as I’m concerned the DVD five star rating on the house has gone up dramatically too.

There is something strangely satisfying about making it all fit, seeing the wall of items balanced carefully, knowing that everything is delicately arranged and that the everyday items in the garage are still accessible.

Except.  I know that at the bottom of that pile of stuff behind two layersof kitchen equipment and stacker boxes filled with bedding and nick-nackery is my CD collection.

As it is stored in water tight containers and is off the floor I thought it would be a splendid decision to leave it out there as when do I ever actually listen to my CDs now?  Once I’ve bought them and thrown them into my iTunes library they just take up space… But, well, last time I had a space issue on my MacBook hard drive (while compiling a DVD for some friends) I deleted most of the songs I have on CD… and never got round to putting them back.  Now, I know I should have just backed up my library and then stored the DVDs somewhere obvious but that would be the intelligent thing to do and… well… insert obvious statement here.

So, right now I am parked here with a real yanging to listen to The Fat of The Land by The Prodigy.  I don’t know why… but it may be mostly because I know that I can’t get to it without a lot of hassle.