The perfect excuse


When I first moved out of Mom’s house (I don’t count being away at college), I was lucky enough to get a little 2/2 condo in Tamarac, just about a mile from the entrance to the Florida Turnpike.

It was convenient for work (at the time, Toys R Us, though that changed shortly after) and had enough room that I felt I was surrounded by space.

This was amplified by the fact that my Mom never stored most of the furniture from our former big home in Hollywood, though we had moved to a smaller townhouse in Davie. The place was a mass of Escher-like proportions and I stayed pretty much to myself in my room until leaving.

Probably because of that, I chose a spartan way of designing and furnishing. It worked for me, with the second room being basically just a place to store things (neatly) like my books and comics.

I rented there, happily, for 10 years before my out-of-state landlord told me he was divesting all but his local properties.

Egads! I had to find a new place fast!

Problem was, I had no money and fairly little credit. I was now just a year into my second job since going back to college, which meant I was not exactly building a nest egg. In fact, the year before I had just bought my first new car ever (at age 35) and only then because the company I was working for was a car company.

After much searching, my realtor found this place. Even as a foreclosure and being a first-time home buyer, I needed to take cash advances off several credit cards to meet the down payment. Yikes!

It’s a smallish home, a 3/2 of just 1200 square feet, but compared to my condo rental, it was huge. Immediately, my Dad took partial ownership of my storage closet (since his car trunk was set to explode). Other than that, though, I was in space heaven.

All my comics fit in the closets of the two extra rooms. My books, I was able to spread out among bookshelves in the office. That left me with nothing else to fill the house! Kewl!

Initially, I set up the second room as a home office and the third room as a guest room. The home office was critical, as I did a lot of company business on my home computer. Much of that work became a standard in my department and some of it was adopted throughout the company.

It was all for “free”, of course. All that work was on my dime, on my electricity and on my RAM. Sure, it made my life easier at work (and more efficient) but I didn’t get any recognition for it.  I had my “revenge” later in my working life when they overpaid me significantly to basically look at my stocks most of the time. It would have been all of the time, but the stocks were doing so bad I actually did work to relieve my stress.

So, the office stayed. To this day. It’s been a place where I transcribed my three books and written the bulk of my 1,000+ blog posts.

The guest room, however, had a short shelf life. It disappeared soon after I realized that the probability of people wanting to stay over at my place was only slightly higher than my desire to invite them. Thus, I donated the sofa bed and eventually replaced it with a Bowflex.

For some time, I remained diligent in using the Bowflex (note: diligent is a relative term when it comes to me and exercise). It has more recently provided a bigger benefit as a deterrent for guests (“I don’t have place for you to stay”) and to stack things on, especially when vacuuming.

As some posts I have made in the last month suggest, I was getting the Bowflex all cleaned up in my goal to get myself back in “playing” shape. I had set up a workout plan for a month, laying out exercises and resistances.

And then, my stuff for Halloween began arriving. And more. And more.

There was only one place for all those big boxes of styrofoam blocks, paint cans, skeleton figures, lights and whatnots to go…the workout room.

Ah, I love it when a plan comes together. Now I have the perfect excuse not to exercise.

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