…from a TOON game
How Harry Potter Ruined My Saturday Afternoon
So, I’ve decided to re-read the whole Harry Potter series in preparation for the release of the final book two weeks from now. This meant that I needed to find the books, which I thought would be easy. HA! HA, I say! Finding things in this house is not unlike looking for the proverbial needle in a haystack. What I thought would take minutes (in my deluded state of mind), took the better part of 5 hours and left me sweaty, tired and surly.
I started looking at about 11:00 AM, after a morning full of minor auto repairs (burned out brake light), grocery shopping and dog park visiting (which so tuckered my sweet hounds out that both of them are STILL snoozing). My first looking place was, logically enough, among the milk crates full of books in the Room of Doom. I looked thru 28 milk crates (some of them the big rectangular milk crates) full of paperbacks, hardbacks & magazines, but there was no sign of Harry.
I then looked thru the 24 milk crates full of gaming stuff (including 6 large crates containing only back issues of Alarums & Excursions) and there was, again, no trace of the boy wizard. Time to broaden my search.
16 assorted boxes full of miscellaneous stuff? Nope.
11 boxes full of strange and wonderful crap in the closet in the Dog Room (which in not really the Dog Room anymore, since they have laid claim to the living room and/or any other room Grace & I might be in)? Nada.
9 boxes in the closet in our bedroom? Zippo.
Both bookshelves and the 7 boxes of stuff in the living room? Dead end.
Kitchen? Nothing…but I did find a formerly lost paring knife.
Grace’s Computer Room? I had not the courage nor the physical strength left to tackle this, the most stuff filled room of Chez Cross. So…
…cursing mightly and sweating like a rat in a room full of terriers, I went back into the Room of Doom and began digging thru a couple of the larger boxes full of assorted stuff. By now, in my hungry and exhausted state, I was half convinced that we had never even bought the books and, indeed, the whole Harry Potter thing was some drug linked flashback from My Wild & Misspent Youth. And then, at the bottom of a box full of flyers I have collected at various game cons over the years, I found the 6 Harry Potter novels!
And it was 4:30 in the afternoon. My day, formerly scheduled for gardening, had been shot in the ass. Fortunately, I was too damned tired to care.
So, in a few minutes, I shall begin plowing thru the 3,341 pages that make up books 1-6. When the final book hits the streets, I’ll be fully Potterfied and ready to read it. And hey, my Room of Doom is a helluva lot more organized than it was this morning.