Yeah, I cared that much. :)
Now the labeled boxes of books, from moving, are standing on shelves with their labels facing out, instead of in a messy pile in the middle of the room where retrieval is impossible. And I can walk through the room properly. And the room isn't scary anymore. Yay me.
Art of Making-Do by Helen Lowrie Marshall
When we were young we never knew What it was to be poor, Though now I know the old wolf Must have camped beside our door. But those frustrations caused by lack Of wealth, we never knew, For very early we were taught The art of making-do. We learned to use the things we had, Plus our imagination-- And what a wealth of happiness We found in our creation. We watched our parents use the art-- A craft they dignified With ingenuity that fed Our honest family pride. And that resourcefulness we learned, Has served us well these years; Belief in one's own powers tends to Minimize life's fears. Our children have a great deal more Than we, as youngsters, knew-- But they've been cheated of the art And fun of making-do.