Home Office

This is might sound like a gloating post, but it’s more about how I’ve been dumb.

When Gwen and I bought our house two and half years ago, we found this in the back yard.

We said, “Hold on. Is there really a little house in the back yard? We need to take a closer look.” So we did.

Yep, it was. Turns out one of the previous owners was a contractor, and he built it as a playhouse for his little girls. We were a little confused about what to do with it. It takes up a reasonable chunk of the back yard, so we were tempted to get rid of it. On the other hand, it’s got a slab foundation, carpeting, a faux finish ceiling, and electrical power. Yes, that’s right: it’s wired for power. Indecision took hold, and with all the other, more pressing things going on with the house, inertia took over.

In January 2010, we got a new dining room table. We been wanting to get one for a few years, but we’d held off until we bought a house and knew what our dining room would look like. It arrived on a weekend when Gwen was out of town, so I had to figure out what to do with the old one. We knew we wanted to hang onto it, because it had been a wedding present from Gwen’s grandmother. It had been her dining room table for years, and it matched the china cabinet she’d given us. The problem was that I couldn’t figure out where in the house to put it. Then I looked outside.

So for the last year, the little house had been serving two purposes: storing the old dining room table and giving the neighborhood spiders a place to spin their webs and lay their eggs. Then about two weeks ago, I finally got smart and realized what I could do with it.

This is where I go to write. When I’m sitting at the table and look to my left, this is what I see.

The ridiculous part is how long it took me to realize I could use it like this. It’s been sitting here for almost thirty months, just waiting for me to figure it out. It wasn’t until the end of March that I finally put one and one and one together.

Better late than never, I suppose.

Update

Fitness: Biked 10 miles

Writing: 618 words, 285 average