We moved our flat screen TV downstairs to the living room. Although I swore I would never have a TV in the living room, circumstances, and places change and it seems to make the most sense right now. Gerry and I spent yesterday getting it moved to it’s not home over our fireplace and getting all the wires connected where they belong. What a job!
(On a side note I think we are going to adopt the young man who lives across the street from us. He came over and helped Gerry get it into place and gave us some tips for using the universal remote and other technical things that confuse us. We’ve missed having our children nearby to help us out with things so I am now considering Trevor my secret adopted son.)
So now we had this room upstairs with no real purpose. Or so it seemed, because now I have claimed it for my very own Woman Cave.
I hooked up a spare DVD player so I can watch my [Essential] Women’s Memoir Writing Workshop DVDs and do yoga along with a DVD.
And there is a faux woodstove to add to the ambiance.
So now, in addition to the room I use as my office, I have this Woman Cave. I recognize that I am blessed to have two rooms that I consider my own, just as I know that it won’t always be this way. For now, I’m just going to be thankful and enjoy the blessing of having my own Woman Cave. In fact, I think I’ll head over there now and do some writing.
I have at last got the little room I have wanted so long, and am very happy about it. It does me good to be alone. Louisa May Alcott