4/20/2006 04:04:00 PM|||Jenny|||

Last week, the editor who is in charge of the office I work in delivered some bad news.

Really bad news for me.

This building will be getting a new coat of paint sometime in the next four weeks. Of course, most of the people who work here are thrilled. The place will look great. I don't argue that. But all of the other reporters happen to have desks that are in the center of the room. There isn't a wall within reach of their desks.

Me, however, I am the leaning tower of cookbooks, aptly located right next to a stable chunk of wall. At the moment, I am staring at my tower of some 600 cookbooks of all sizes, all colors, all levels of importance -- and pondering how to topple the tower.

At the turn of the century, a move would have been inconvenient. But now, it's a mind-boggler. I have considered paring down the selection of books I keep on hand -- I've even managed to place 20 in an outgoing stack. But I know, and I know you know, that the one I give away will most definitely be the one that I need.

That's how it works.

I am so convinced that this is true that I have come up with a moving plan. My plan is to formulate a moving plan the moment the paintbrush heads in my direction.

_ Jolene Thym

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