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Office space

For the last several years, my computer has been in my bedroom. That’s been my office. And I’ve often thought how lovely it would be to put it someplace else—with views out a window even. But with the lad home, there really wasn’t enough room anyplace else. It’s amazing how much space a teenager can fill up.

Now, I have room to spare, even in this tiny house. I’m suddenly rattling around in it with parts of it that don’t see much use at all. Traffic is way down, obviously.

So, last evening, I got to work. The first order of business was dismantling a fish tank that had been in the dining room for years. My last fish died a few months ago and I finally decided that I’ve had it with fish. Time to put the tank away and use the space for something else. A desk, for example.

That was a project, but the tank is gone and the desk is in its new home. And I have a large window...the sliding glass doors that lead out onto the deck. I can watch the bird feeders. I can even look out the front windows at the same time. Suddenly I feel connected to the outside world. And Terry is happier. She can sleep on her favorite bed with me in the same room. I don’t think she’s been this content in a long while. You can just see the happiness oozing out of her eyes.

Of course, the best part for me is the new computer. Last Christmas, the lad and I came to an agreement. I’d get him a new computer for Christmas, but it was only on loan. As soon as he left for college, I would assume ownership. Now, here I am now with a screaming machine—with a dual 2.4 GHz processor, 1Gig of Ram, and 224 Gigs of hard drive. And a flat panel LCD monitor. I tell you, this is sweet. My old computer is still upstairs, but it has lost its appeal overnight. It is old and slow and on its last legs.

I haven’t decided yet whether to get rid of it, though. I’ve grown rather fond of having the wide world of internet radio available when I retire for the evening. Maybe I’ll leave it as my upstairs entertainment center. I can do that now. I can do whatever I want in my house. Yes, I can.

Posted on 08/28/06 at 02:36 PM
 




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