Read, Write, and Blog

When Mrs. Palmer had her surgery she told me not to worry.  She said it was much easier than her appendectomy (she had her appendix removed).  So I just assumed everything would be fine – I’d go in, have surgery, come home, and that would be that.  Right? Wrong!  She neglected to tell me that even though it might be better than having your appendix removed, it would still feel like you had been hit by a speeding car!  The only good thing is that every day it hurts less and less, and it’s much easier to get up and move around.  I’m actually looking forward to being able to do some things for myself and not feeling guilty about it. 

I’m not able to get out and walk Tucker any, and that is very hard.  I’m allowed to walk around the house as often as I want.  Whoopee!  I usually start from the bedroom, walk down the hall, turn left, cut through the living room, head into the dining room, turn right into the kitchen, head through the den, and back down the hall.  I guess it’s a good thing that several of the rooms are arranged in a circle.  As I make my way through the house, I decide it is time to pick out my favorite room.  I really do like my bedroom because that’s where the computer is.  My kitchen is pretty neat, too, because I can sit at the table and look out into the back yard and watch Tucker, the birds, and the rabbits.  However, if I had to pick my favorite room, I think it would be the living room, even though I probably use it less than any other except the dining room.

The living room faces south, and is always flooded with sunlight; there are two floor to ceiling high windows in it.  The room itself is not really that large.  There are a couch and a chair in it, and it also holds a small table that my grandfather bought my grandmother when they were first married.  There are two additional pieces of furniture (a bookcase and a dry sink) that my dad built for me.  The couch and chair are dark green, burgundy, and gold and comfy enough to curl up in and read.  That’s what I like best.  It’s the one room in the house where I can go to be alone and still be surrounded by things that remind me of those I love.  When the rest of the house gets crazy, I can sit in the living room and read.  Everyone knows where I am, but no one bothers me unless there is some huge crisis, except for Tucker, and everything is a crisis for him!

Blog Assignment 10 – Which room in your house is your favorite room?  Describe it so that someone can see in his/her mind what it looks like.  What do you do there that makes it special?  Your answer should be 8 – 10 sentences long.