Those of you who read my journals pretty much know me. Most of my life is in the journals. At least most of my adult life. There are some things that aren't there. Either they're irrelevant or just something I don't want you to know about me. Some things are embarrassing. And there are some journals that are just rambling. I don't talk much about my diseases and it may seem strange. But, luckily, there's very little to report on type 2. It's under control for the most part. All these preceeding words are to warn you that I'll be doing a little rambling in this one. I was reading the newspaper yesterday. Sitting in my recliner. A cold Coke Zero to my right and a cigarette in my left hand. The light for my reading is coming from a floor lamp. It's old. How old I don't know. Can't remember where I got or when I got it. All I know is that it's my favorite light. It's a 3-way and has a big globe bulb and 3 smaller lights around it's base. Those hold one small blue bulb and 2 small red bulbs. At night, when I'm in the computer room, I turn on the two red bulbs so I can see if I need to go to the kitchen. It needs some refurbishing. The sockets for the smaller bulbs are bare, but for the life of me I can't figure out how to cover them. This wonderful floor lamp is the signature of my home furnishings. It doesn't go with anything in the living room. The recliner and couch, given to me by Vickie, are modern. The two end tables, coffee table, and armchair came from my mom's home.The kitchen table is one I bought more than 20 years ago. You've seen my computer room. The only matching furniture I have is the bedroom suite. It really doesn't fit me. It's all white and white's not one of my favorite colors. It was my moms too. But when I look at all this, I realize this is my life. The bedroom, my mom. The recliner and sofa, a loving sister. The exercise equipment, promises not fulfilled. The computer, my future. The old floorlamp, my oldest and dearest friend.
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I have \"stuff\" from everywhere also but mine aren\'t sentimental like yours. Bought most of it at used furniture shops or garage sales. One of my chairs I got from an ex-boyfriend so that doesn\'t hold any good memories. ;-) The only thing I have that\'s pretty new is my computer. All that reminds me of is how broke I was after I bought it. LOL
I like when you ramble! It\'s good to have your family all around you. My furniture is a mix of cheap stuff I bought a few years back and good stuff my parents and grandparents passed onto me. I use it with pride.
Hey, i\'ve got a mix-match pile of furniture too. We\'re all surrounded by memories. My couch is one that someone left behind when they moved out of an apartment (my hubbys cousin cleans empty apartments and finds all sorts of treasures). It was free, and in excellent condition, so now it graces my livingroom. I have a writing desk that was made by my mothers uncle, and my end ables came from the thrift shop and i paid only $6 for them. As long as our \'stuff\' works for us, why not surround ourselves. Take care, mike, thanks for the rambling. Now i know i\'m not the only rambler around here, wink, wink, nudge nudge. Hugs and kisses, Deb :0)