I’m busy carving out my space. It’s not what you think, nothing technological or computer related — except that I do have a computer in my space. I’m using it now.
I’ve taken over the loft area above the kitchen. Loft, that’s an upscale word for attic, or garret as we called it when we moved into this old farm house 32 years ago. Garret I had to look it up to see if it had one “t” or two. Only one, but I’m still laughing at the definition — an attic, usually a small wretched one. So that’s why they called it the garret. It was indeed wretched. It was home for about a million bats. And you know what bats do? They fly around dropping guano, lots and lots of guano. I’m not positive, but I think, even when they were hibernating up here they kept on making guano. The floor of our wretched little attic was covered with guano. But that was a long time ago. More recently this space was Adam & David’s room, then just David’s room. Now, it’s mine, all mine, and I love it.
It’s cozy, secluded, but not too far away to know what’s going on in the most important room of the house, the kitchen. And the window faces the driveway so I can see when anyone drives up. Perfect…I’m all by myself, but I won’t miss a thing! Gotta love it.
Okay, so I’ve got to do something with those cords. And the bed? That’s left over from David’s bedroom. It’s not my bed. This is not my bedroom. All’s well in matrimonial paradise. I’m still sleeping with my husband in “our space”.