"...you’ve seen your path on home…"-Coheed and Cambria

It is finished.

No, not my crucifixion, MyWife is still working on that, and between her and the state of California (they require 6 months for the filing juices to set and glaze) this'll be more like a slow roasting. Juicy and flavorful, but still strung up Rob nonetheless.

Here, have a pineapple ring from my back. Don't forget to dip it in the honey baste.

Mmm…

No, I finished rearranging my office. I've been working on it since MyWife left. It was a mess.

The mess

See the part in the middle, with the chair? That's where I sat. See? We could sit and talk, while I worked. That was only good up till the end of 06. Most of 07 was silent sulking, although we did pick up the "social level" later. I think her monitor blocked my head. She could post her favorite wallpaper tiger and pretend she was talking to them

Could explain why she kept calling me Jake…

Anyway, after she left, the office looked like this:

The mess minus one.

The mess from just outside my POV

Mess: The broad view

Not much of an improvement. I needed to work if I wanted to make things better. Otherwise it would always look like an abandoned snakeskin. I needed to make this a new warren, where the braver bunnies could thrive, and no longer fear the carcasses in the corner. Ok, fine there are no carcasses, but there should be! That would evoke the total divorce image huh?

What?

Well you have to admit it would invoke an image. And one only braver bunnies would venture into. I need braver bunnies, bunnies with stamina.

You see why it took so long don't you?

Yeah, this was the catch all room. This was my space. Now it's all my space, but I still spend more time here than anywhere else. I needed it to reflect me. The more stable me; the me that is a little less jumbled and chaotic. The survivor me with lots of cool toys!

So, after two weeks, this is what it looks like now. My goal was to break it up into three sections: relaxing, working, and media-ing. That was actually my original goal, but it was harder to do while trying to please two people. I can barely please myself; there are still things I don't like, but without spending any money, it'll do for now:

Ta-Da!

Front:

I hate the wires coming from the TV, but I couldn't work around that. There are ways, but nothing that's less than 50 bucks, so, wires it is. Maybe I'll paint them up like vines.

A writing nook:

My work Desk:

Notice how it's already a mess. But it's my mess!

More wires, and there's nothing I can do. I told Pokey to eat more so his butt would hide them. He told me to bend over. I'm not sure how the two are related but—oh…bad Pokey!

Books, CDs and LPs! Oh My! Oh yeah, and my biggest fan. Sorry…It was funny in my head I swear.

So what do you think? Was it worth the effort? Some times I wonder about the changes I'm making. How many are worth the effort and how many are just better left alone. I was never good at the "leaving alone" thing. I'm a perfectionist. And yet I'm a procrastinator. Not good for a deadline. But then again, you my loyal readers can attest to that. Besides, most of these changes were thrust upon me. I'm just making the best of what's left. I can do that. It may not be pretty, but it will function for me. I think this is like that scene from St. Elmo's Fire, where Mare Winningham talks about making the PB & J in her first apartment. She says "It was the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich I ever had." Well I don't know about that, but there's a certain satisfaction in surviving and adapting. One room at a time...