Done at last—or maybe not

Two years after moving to Texas, I’ve finally got my CDs unpacked, shelved, and alphabetized appropriately.

Of course, I’m enjoying being able to find and play anything I want to, for the first time since we moved. I can also see where the gaps are in my collection and fill them. (Not that I have money to do so, of course.)

However, I’m missing stuff I definitely remember having: several albums by Jefferson Airplane, 2 or 3 early Yes albums, a smattering of Floyd and Stones and Kinks, and probably quite a few other things of lesser importance. (I don't remember which albums by Devo or Wire or 10,000 Maniacs I used to have--I need those brain cells to remember Paul McCartney’s birthday and the name of Madonna's brother-in-law.)*

(These CDs I’m missing aren’t the 400 stolen with our changer in 2003. I know exactly which ones were stolen because the burglars considerately left their jewel boxes. Aside from those CDs, it appears no others were taken.)

Evidently at least one of the 32 boxes I haven’t unpacked yet has more CDs in it.

Durn. I’d been hoping not to touch those boxes until we get the built-in bookcases built in, sometime around summer 2008.

(*Paul was born on June 18, 1942; the producer and performer Joe Henry is married to Madonna's sister.)