Tuesday, March 26, 2013


We redid the floors in our living room.  The room sits bear except for the flat screen on the wall, the cable box propped on a folding chair and a twin mattress on the floor. It's a beer poster short of a college dorm room.  I kind of like it this way.  Free from the trappings on a real life.  The echo the vaulted ceiling provides is quite lovely.  Everyone in the house but me seems to avoid it.  I am guided to it, a beacon that draws me to lay on the mattress and do nothing but make conversation with the wall.

'How are you?'
'how are you?'
'Great, thanks for asking.'
'great, thanks......'

I am only slightly pathetic.

Mostly I like it because no one else does.  What a joy to have a room all to oneself.  I am going to say everyone should have one.   A place to just be. 
Soon enough I will lose this room.  Soon enough the trim will go on and the couch and end tables will be carried in.  They will want to sit and live and I will be left with people.  I might stake my claim elsewhere.  Find another small corner, make it as unappealing to the fellow residents of this home.  Have more conversations with the wall.   Find a moment of self.

No quite slightly pathetic.

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