Musings

When I consider the state of my bedroom versus the state of my computer desktop, there is no wonder why I’d rather look at my computer than go to bed sometimes. I can easily maneuver around my computer desktop, easily locating the things that I need to be an effective, thinking machine. Even if the individual program is not clearly visible, I know exactly where to find it. Oh the wonder of digital folders, even the customized ones! All my photo related programs are nestled neatly away in my photo folder. When I need help with my cantankerous printer, I need only to click on My HP Programs to locate the shortcut of help. I’m a pretty organized kind of person. My desktop is my world, designed by me for me.

I can’t say that about my bedroom. If I had a room that was twice as large as it is now, It would still be quite difficult to maneuver. The bedroom is not mine alone. I share it with someone else, and their stuff is everywhere. If I clear a spot, it doesn’t stay unoccupied for long. Clothing that won’t fit into the small closet or the closet across the hall march into our bedroom so they can rest. I sure wish they’d find some energy, get up, and move out of the bedroom. They are some of the most lazy garments I have ever seen. All they do is lay around. And they seem to get lonely sometimes.  Occasionally, they think that they have to make some new friends and invite them in to spend time in the room as well. The main culprits of occupancy are the ones that come back from the washing. There’s not enough room in the drawers for everyone, so where do you think they go?

They go right there with the others. All of them have a repetitive song. Make new friends and keep the old, one is silver and the other gold, and green and blue, and black. I hope you get the idea. My computer desktop is a dream land compared to the nightmare of my bedroom.