Every night I come home laden with a rolling office tote,
two bags of binders of bureaucratic education standards work
and folders stuffed with papers to grade.
At school, I deal constantly with the noise of teen-agers
and their quick (sometimes sneaky) movements.
Every one of my senses are in full operational mode.
So when I come home, I need a quiet, familiar, peaceful, and comfortable setting.
I have 'carved' out several areas in this tiny home for just that.
This is one of my work areas.
It's a computer armoir that has all the essentials for
blogging, emailing, researching, and entering grades.
On the top shelf lies my comfort:
a photo of mom and dad,
mother's Bible with an "Angels on Duty" memento,
a plague reminding me of an important aspect of living a good life--
this sits in front of the POW scrapbook I made for my father,
my father's WWII books
flanked by two precious figures--
the old-time preacher
and the sea captain.
The first represents my father
and the second represents the man who was like a father to me.
On the very top are photos of my son's family
and a container of potpouri and an electric candle.
There are also the two framed pics of dad:
one of him early in his ministry
and one taken for his 80th birthday celebration.
This is my 'grading corner':
a comfortable recliner complete with throw blanket,
a chest of drawers with essentials like stapler and staples, pens, etc.
a glimpse of outside (through the French doors which open onto a screened-in porch),
floor space for my bags full of work,
and more comfort: mom's collection of Precious Moments figurines
and Dad's POW plaque.
The flickering images of the TV in the living room can't distract me---
my eyes constantly track movement at school and can't stop at home
and due to my husband's headphone I can't hear the TV either.
This is where I lay out my clothes for the next day.
It's a tiny hallway connecting the bathroom and our bedroom
with the living and dining rooms.
More comfort reside in this cabinet: precious books and figurines
as well as a lower shelf full of favorite childhood books for the grandchildren.
To the left is a glimpse of the dining room table,
which is usually stacked with textbooks and more papers.
It's where I can spread out work if I need to.
It's also where Mike and I eat supper.
So you've gotten a glimpse of just a few spots
that make this tiny Craftsman style bungalow
home sweet home.
For more corner views
check out Francesca's fuoriborgo.