Listening to every heart
Ah, progression and babies…they seem to go hand in hand.
So we’ve progressed to office stories. Heh. I like my office story…
When we moved into our three bedroom house 14 years ago, give or take a few months, we had a cat, dog, two kids, and of course, two adults. [Sometimes argued against, but oh well…]
The smallest bedroom went to the littlest kid, and the bigger of the smaller rooms went to the older kid, and we got the main room [not all that big, but when all you do is sleep…ah....well].
My oldest daughter moved out six months later, so the youngest daughter moved into the middle room, and we kept the smaller room as a “guest room”. Just a bed, some small set of drawers, very simple. My mother was able to visit in 1992 before she passed away a few months later, and stayed in our “guest” room. But the bed was not comfortable, so we gave her our daughter’s bed, who in the meantime decided she wanted to live “downstairs” in the basement [a couple of more small rooms down there, in addition to a large laundry area, and a family room.] She was demanding [sigh] her privacy…[Christopher, that’s a hint…they grow up!]
The small bedroom slowly made its transition into a sitting room. No one sat in it much. We “lived” a lot in the basement where the largest TV resides [we have, at last count, six of ‘em…and, do TV’s reside?] Anyway, I did most everything from writing letters to Christmas cards to paying bills in my lap or on a TV tray downstairs. After a while [or was it my age?] I thought “this is ridiculous” and started clamoring not only for a small desk which we could put upstairs in the “sitting room” but a computer, as well.
Now, by this time, youngest daughter was out of the house, so hubby wanted me to move into the downstairs area a/k/a former bedroom and you know what? I was getting pretty danged tired of the basement. Every house we had lived in during our marriage has had a basement [except for the CA homes] and I was tired of living “in the dark”, so to speak. I wanted fresh air and SUNSHINE! I suggested we put a desk in the “sitting room” and work from there.
The “first office” was a joke. It had a standard desk which we bought as a kit with a small hutch. I love putting things together, and was proud when it didn’t fall apart. But, when we put a computer monitor on top of it, we lost most of any desk “area” for working. Stacking, yes, but working? No. So, we both played in the office, but our playtime wasn’t conducive to our marriage. Neither was sharing one computer.
Now, let me digress. Over the last few years, our firm has generously “voted” to give staff a bonus at the end of each year, depending on how well we did financially. A “pool” of specified dollars is split between the staff members who have been at the firm a full year or more, and/or have maintained a full year’s worth of employment [go on a 3 month hiatus for having a baby and you’re out…but if you take a normal six weeks maternity leave, you’re not dinged]. The first year, it was a very modest bonus, but welcome all the same. Paid for Christmas presents. In the last few years, it’s been what I would call “substantial” [Paid for the cruise, hey?!] But I jumped ahead.
About 2.5 years ago, just prior to guessing that it was going to be a “good year” fiscally, my husband decided to take over the “old” computer and let me get a good one, which he would buy. I ended up with my XP, and it’s been purring ever since. [I treat her nice.] He took the old one, and put it on a makeshift table down in the basement. About the time it died, [I don’t think it liked the dark] it was time for our bonus to arrive, right after Christmas, and my present to me was a new L-shaped desk w/hutch, which I put together myself. We moved the old desk downstairs into the old bedroom, and husband set up “his” office, by immediately going out and buying a little less expensive XP model [after all, I got one, didn’t I? Don’t you love compromise?]
So, two computers on two different floors…works much better than trying to share an office. Mine is “all me” as is his, all his.
Then a little over a year ago some of you may be aware that we did a total remodel job of the house. Well, I dug my heels in again, because there were some rooms in which I wanted to have wood floors. Did I waver? Nope, not an inch. I have wood floors in my kitchen and dining area, in my office, and in my other “spare” bedroom [I kind of live in there, too…]
So now, I have my office just about the way I want it. Soft walls, a few framed keepsakes and a lot of knick-knacks, my wood floor and three small rugs; a great office chair, my rocker, the old antique washstand and one bookshelf that needs a mate; my crystals, my chimes, my west window overlooking the backyard, and a lot of soft lighting when I need it. Oh yes, a TV, too…
And? Since I tried my DVD player on my computer the other day? I think now all I need in here is a coffee pot and a microwave, and I could call it HOME. [The bathroom is right across the hall and heck, I need some exercise… ]
I LIVE in here!