Smugly Satisifed
Posted on March 10, 2008
Filed Under homeownership, milestones | 12 Comments
I’ve got it! Eureka! I’ve go it! It’s Starlight by Muse – that’s the song that’s been eluding me for over a year now. And they’re tricky – that band, offering the song only as an album purchase on Amazon. I may cave and buy the whole damn thing because it’s really the perfect tune for treadmill running. And it’s all about the music. If you’re moving to the right beat, the workout goes tripping by with hardly any effort at all. Oh, and it also helps if there’s a bunch of sweaty men around checking you out. The hot eyes of judgment and wanton lust can provide true athletic inspiration.
After a satisfying trip to the gym this Saturday morning, I finally created that room of my own, the one that Virginia Woolf has declared a necessity for all female writers. She also mentioned that cash money is a must have for wanna-be writers. One out of two ain’t bad. So I’ve carved out the sacred space where my muse and I can reside; far, far away from the dining room that has long been my makeshift office. It’s not perfect. In fact, it’s almost laughable with its pink moldings and fuschia chaise lounge we’ve been meaning to recover since our move back in ‘06. But it was previously sort of vacant and wanting, playing host to only the cat box and a carton of old tax returns, just asking for something of importance to take place within its four walls.
The armoire that takes up the majority of the room is a lovely antique piece we inherited from my Mother-in-law but one of it’s mirrored doors has fallen off it’s hinges and is now leaning there like wreckage. The desk I’m using is a folding metal table meant for setting up bar at a holiday party. The whole thing wiggles and shakes every time I pound the keys, making the computer screen jump and shimmy, creating a lasting sense of vertigo. I’m dizzy after only ten minutes of writing. I guess the chaise will come in handy. I can lay down occasionally in order to recover my sense of equilibrium.
The only desk chair available is the old red kitchen clunker we used to use before we had counter stools. The cats have ruined the caning and the vibrant fire-engine red stain is all wrong but it’s solid and low enough to slide beneath the vibrating Fold N’ Table. So it’ll do for now.
(The list of desirables increases day by day by day. It now includes a proper desk and chair added to the original list comprised of a new bathroom on the second floor, a new coffee table after O’s Wii accident, and new dining room chair upholstery after my cousin’s three year old released her bladder all over the camel sueded seat.)
I have rescued my favorite lamp from the attic where it has patiently waited for me to reclaim it. It’s opaque fragile whiteness, it’s grasscloth shade, outclass everything else in the room. My Better Half has warned me that this burst of light, floating on the temporary bar table, is an accident waiting to happen. He predicts that it will topple into a thousand shards of milky glass. I am ignoring him because I just need something beautiful and entirely mine in the space I’m trying to claim for myself.
So here’s to new beginnings and a room of my own – cats and kids forbidden, husbands only when invited. May the real writing begin.
(P.S.Update: As soon as I downloaded Starlight and went to sync my MP3 player, the whole thing imploded and is now blank and unresponsive. I threw a little tantrum and whined to My Better Half enough to inspire his having a look. He has declared the thing DOA. This is the second MP3 player that’s given up the ghost on me. My Nano seized up after a run through the washing machine. I’m having some really bad luck with the fragile personal tunage. I may never go to the gym again. I just can’t endure a workout without the steady beat. Once you’ve had it, there’s no going back. Crap, another thing on the list of desirables. When does it end?)
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