When I was a kid growing up, my Dad had his office out in room in the garage. It was sacred and very much off limits to us kids until we were in our late teens. Even then, like the living room, one did not go there without the parent. After Dad passed over five years ago, I tried to get Mom to let me start working on the piles of things out in his office and elsewhere in the garage, but she absolutely refused to let me touch it.
With us moving to the house over the next few weeks there are many things to do over there including working on the office. Over these past weeks I have been slowly clearing out Dad's technical manuals dating back to the fifties, his treasure trove of teaching materials dating back that far, and lots of other stuff to make way for my stuff. Yes, though it is impossible to be out there any length of time during the summer months except for very early in the morning as it is not air-conditioned, it is going to be my office.
Today Scott and I made three trips to the house and back as we carted over a lot of stuff including some of my books. I have maybe half of my books over there now. So, if you ever sent me a book for review and it has not been reviewed yet, it has company at the house just as it did here.
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