3.14 March 2, 2014

There is a shallow but wide alcove in my living room, and it has been crying out for bookshelves since the house was constructed seven years ago.  Today I finally managed to outfit this lonely rectangle with two sets of bookshelves, named, believe it or not, “3.14” by their manufacturer.  Via catalog and in person, I have admired these simple wooden shelves, figuring that their glossy white paint would add a crisp touch to the room and that their backlessness would allow the swirls of the alcove’s integral plaster to show through.  So despite this morning’s storm, I felt energized to commit to them.  I left Pi, crossed the Richmond-San Rafael Bridge amidst an aqueous gray in every direction, purchased the unassembled shelves on Fourth Street in Berkeley, loaded them into my amazingly spacious mini cooper, and headed back again.  I quickly managed to put them together and by 1:30, they were up and ready to go.  They look great.  I love home projects!