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  • This basement room used to have a large pool table in the middle of it. Notice it also has a white pole on the one side. It was always the "Pool Room", or the "Pole Room", before we added the pool table. Now it's just my cave. I kind of made it mine.

    We gave the Pool table away on Craigslist - it had become a junk gatherer, on top and below. It was a really great junk gatherer - World-Class, actually - but we found new places for the junk to gather. Work Room. Den. Dining Room table. This room, I reclaimed, and moved in.

    Sans the pool table, and with J.B.'s assistance, I laid some carpet tiles down, shuffled some excess furniture around, and topped it off with the flat screen on top of a fireplace entertainment center. That was Kathy's Christmas present, if I remember right. O.K. I don't remember if it was mine to her, hers to me, or ours to us. I've never been very good with that type of thing. I should get some credit for remembering that it was, indeed, a Christmas present. 2 points?

    This is where I write, watch TV, telework, and yes, sometimes fall asleep, like last night. This is also where I Cowbird. A week ago, I'd have had no idea what that was. Now, it's become a verb. How did that happen?

    I like my cave...it's home.
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