storage, and facing facts

[ironymaiden]

like the Philadelphia mass turbulence of 1947
Originally uploaded by green eyed so and so.

Billy the bookcase says hello
Originally uploaded by green eyed so and so.

in each of our dwellings, we have had a room designated as C's office space, that room with a door that closes that every writer is supposed to have or they will die or explode or something. this room has always turned into a continuous pile of paper, books, and boxes so unpleasant that C would cease to work there. (he does all of his writing on his laptop in his favorite chair by the window.) meanwhile, the pile of stuff would mount up, things that mattered to one or the other of us would get lost or broken, C would tell me i couldn't touch the piles and promise to take care of it. then he would, say, move his model painting onto the dining room table because there was no space on his work table, and wonder why i was upset.
but we have problem solving skills.
since C won't work in the room, there's no reason for it to be his office. so we busted our asses this weekend to make it a happier place, focused on books and hobby storage. we added three bookcases to the house, which have eliminated the piles of books everywhere and opened up some shelves near the big kids' table to store C's minis and my overflow quilting stuff. i'm willing to share table time in return for getting the office thorn out of my paw.
before bed last night, C was sitting at my computer playing Bejeweled (i'd think it was funny if he wasn't so damn good at it) and i was curled up in the sumo, chatting as he went. the best/worst part of the conversation was when he said that he felt like he would like to spend more time in this room now. it's okay. it feels like a place to be, rather than the extra-wide crap-filled hallway to the bathroom.

today i'm home, cracked out on migraine meds, but i'm happy.

Comments

[spazzychic.livejournal.com]

that room with a door that closes that every writer is supposed to have or they will die or explode or something.

I understand this space, and I'm an extrovert.

Good job with fixing the space though, it looks great! :D

[ironymaiden]

(as you know, Jim) C is a hardcore introvert. we build alone time into the week and at home i can engage in quiet activities that create a sort of invisible bubble for him. he likes to have me in the same space but not interacting with him.

[sinthrex.livejournal.com]

You're right. No human would stack books like this.

[buhrger]

we added three bookcases to the house, which have eliminated the piles of books everywhere
and this is expected to last how long?

[ironymaiden]

not very, i expect. perhaps i should run a pool.

[bhagwanx.livejournal.com]

For me, that room was a large area in which I stacked books, boxes of books, and games. I also opened the window from time to time to improve airflow and heat retention.

Mind you, I still had books stocked in the frot room, and the dining area, and in the bedroom. But that side room was the great project that never was.

Sigh.

[ironymaiden]

i knew i could depend on you.

[ironymaiden]

we gave up on opening that window since the lock is the only thing that holds the top pane in place. all the windows on that side have curtains permanently closed anyway - i don't care much about nosy neighbors looking in, but i hate the glow from their televisions at night.

[lala67.livejournal.com]

I have the same room in my house. 'cept I'm the culprit. It's my 'sun/scrapbook/hobby room. I'm rather pleased with myself that I stack most thing underneath tables and futons. I throw a blanket over the table to conceal the stacks of schtuff underneath. heh.

It's a really cute room, I need to make it more than just a catchall for stuff that doesn't have a home. Worse yet is we keep said room closed up all the time to save on cooling costs. Which means it's very hot AND humid in there...and this is where I store all my scrapbooks and artwork. not good.

[buhrger]

i obviously need to rewatch that movie

[sinthrex.livejournal.com]

It's alright. You...you've earned it.

[pixxelpuss.livejournal.com]

T is sort of like that. I used to climb into his lap and yell "Pay Attention to me!" when he was gaming when we were first together. Not anymore, or at least not often.