so maybe being organized wouldn't be so bad . . .

For the last week I keep running into things about Athanasius and his stand against heresy (plus we think No. 2 has a tall, dark, and handsome professor named Athanasius who has a charming accent and wears a funny hat -- this, incidentally, would've been one of the first things No. 3 or I would've reported home; but No. 2 didn't tell us until last night, and this is all because she's a scientist and we're distracted artist types).

So, anyway, I was thinking somewhere in the back of my mind that I would like to have Piper's volume of short bios that has Athanasius in it.

Then, lo and behold, yesterday while I was pacing around my room on the phone (a circuitous and monotonous place to pace), I looked down at a bookshelf and saw a pretty little hardback called Contending for Our All and thought, "hey, I wonder what that is and why I haven't read it." And then I KNEW! And was glad.

But, yeah, maybe organizing my bookshelves wouldn't be so bad.

This particular shelf is Robertson, Wells (D., not H.G., who is on the next shelf over), Elliot, Lewis, Stevenson, Austen, Vanauken, Piper, Yun, a book on the Copernican revolution, a reference book in Spanish on phonetics and phonology, Lewis, White, Lewis, Lewis, Lewis, Tolkien. No order whatsoever.

So now I'm balancing the value of knowing which books I own and where they are against the happy surprise of suddenly discovering something I want to read and already own.