When last I
bitched…er, I mean groaned…er commented on my workplace surroundings or lack thereof, I was writing from a sketchy, rather sticky laminate countertop smack dab in the middle of our kitchen. Like being in the flightpath of JKF or LaGuardia. No peace, no privacy – not even from Alyss the Cat.
Things are different now.
Last night, after a long and emotionally taxing week, Hubby dutifully moved furniture up and down two flights of stairs, patiently inhaling dust and cat dander on my behalf. The purpose? To give me some semblance of an office, a private corner – literally – where I can wool-gather without fear of being trampled in a stampede of children. Where I actually have a door I can shut if things get too loud downstairs (or in my head).
The walnut desk I inherited from my mother; it was built around 1860 and sturdy it is not. Its creaky hinges and frail joints may or may not hold up for long under incessant pounding of the keyboard. There is a padded leather insert where the laptop sits. I just can’t lean on it as I am prone to do when thinking. Fingers crossed it will be ok.
The chair…hmmm…there is little good I can say about it except that I can adjust its height if need be. The little wheels catch on the carpet and it is coated in dust and Alyss fur. It needs a good cleaning.
The corner is not as cramped as I had feared it would be. Although there is all kinds of bad feng shui – it’s a corner and my back is to the door – I have a large picture window to my left that overlooks the street. I can watch the progress of sun and cloud; I can watch acrobatic squirrels race along the power lines as they head for the large maple in our front yard. I can peep at pedestrians as they pass,invent stories about them.
The three feet of wall that I face is badly in need of painting. The colour is a hideous no-colour colour. I want to paint it sunset orange in protest. Don’t be hasty, I tell myself – the colour must be given careful consideration. It has to be something soothing but energetic, something that will compliment the strange Canadian light quality that I have yet to figure out. At the very least, I need some art work in front of me.
My only other major concern is that this corner is in my bedroom. The bed is mere inches away and perhaps a bit too tempting should I fall into a mid-afternoon slump. What is to stop me from falling out of my chair and into my bed for a wee nap? It would not be a productive habit to get into…