What we have here is not a Work Station. That is too elegant a name for the crowded, multiuse (i.e."messy") room I sit in to write this deathless stuff. There are windows on one side and in front of me, but there are also an ironing board, a sewing "station" filled with various and sundry sewing supplies, my little writing desk which is piled high with things I should take care of, and behind me is DB's desk, also piled high. Across the room on the other side is our "guest" bed, piled high with laundry, stuff for the Dollhouse (camper), shelves with fabric and more sewing supplies, and my ironing TV (well, it doesn't iron, but I watch it while I do).
Staring at me is my grandmother's old dress form, which I call Jenny, wearing fake boobs, an old slip, and my winter coat. No, I have no idea why she is wearing my winter coat. Probably because I have no place else to put it. This used to be a ten-room house, but we turned the upstairs 5 rooms into an apartment which is rented, so I have all ten rooms crammed into my 5 rooms. No, I don't know why we haven't gotten rid of all the extra stuff; nor the 6 rooms of furniture that was Ma's (Baba) and is stored upstairs in the garage.
Got the picture?
I work on a Micron, which is about all I know about it. It has a CD player, speakers (neither of which I use)and a Hewlett Packard 870C DeskJet printer which I do use. We have lots of mega-thises and gigga-thats, and DB was giddy with joy when we got it. It has a huge monitor that made me slighty giddy, until I got used to looking at it through my bifocals.
And that's all the technical stuff I know. It works when I turn it on and only rarely freezes up on me. I can communicate with Lyra and send E-Mails to my friends and relations, and write handouts and serious, scholarly tomes on it for work. I can keep my Daily Journal, off-line, and move what I want to share over to this Journal.
I don't play games on it (in fact, I don't play games, except for Cribbage with DB when we are ensconsed in the Dollhouse (I'm thinking of shortening that name to "Dolly"; what do you think?)), or listen to music, or even search the internet very much.
So, you see, I'm pretty much a dinosaur when it comes to this technological age, and just can't picture me having a "Work Station".
It's really too hot in this room for me to be working on the computer, but I 1., have time, and 2., have put off this little essay too long.
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