It looks like the January break is going to last for a bit longer.
At the start of January, I took a trip home to inspect a box of records my mom discovered. It turned out to be most of my dad’s records and a fraction of my brother’s collection. My two sisters’ meager collections were nowhere to be found.
I shipped everything worth taking. (A number of Disney storybook records were unsalvageable.) Alas, I had run out of shelf space to accommodate the new arrivals.
So I spent a weekend assembling new shelves and moving old shelves around, all the while listening to some my brother’s penchant for hard rock and light metal.
By the time I was finished organizing everything, the month had ended. So I’ve written nothing, but I’ve listened to a lot.
And I’ll share it with you once I make sense of it.