Ok people don’t go there. I am not referring to adult playrooms of the Fifty-Shades-of-Grey variety. If you follow my blog, you know that I am lacking a sex drive. I am referring to a room where an adult gets to leave his or her stuff laying around. Where they can make messes, work on projects, or just go to be by themselves.
The Doc and I each have such a room. That’s what can happen when you are empty nesters with a couple of rooms to spare. We are lucky that we have rooms to spare and are still able to have guests sleep over. We don’t have a lot of guests, but we have a lot of room. And since we have the rooms, we might as well use them on a daily basis. And I have to tell you that this is a really good thing. We spend a lot of time in our respective playrooms.
My room is my former work-at-home office, which is now a little-bit-of-everything sort of room. There is often a jigsaw puzzle on the go on a drafting table. My obsolete macbook that I still compose my blog on is plugged into a large monitor on my desk. Then there is a puzzle box and a lap desk stacked up just a quarter turn away where I use my ipad and a blue tooth keyboard to actually publish my blogs. If I need to pull out my rarely-used sewing machine or serger, I move all the stuff piled on an old desk in the corner that my dad made years and years ago and set them up there. There are sentimental trinkets, mostly elephants from a long-ago collection, family photos and an odd assortment of books covering topics from graphic design, to gardening, to yoga. The rest of my books–my collection of fiction–is housed on a bookshelf in our family room. There are things that I intend to donate but haven’t gotten around to, things I plan to give away and also haven’t gotten around to, like an old AGFA scanner that still works, and there is a cordless vacuum recharging in the corner. It is my room for doing and storing stuff. It is a big reason why the rest of my house looks so neat.
The Doc’s room is JT’s former playroom, which was repainted when it no longer housed lego and action figures. This room is not considered a real room by building standards because there isn’t any window, but it is a very useful room and extends to under the stairs to provide a great storage area. Our Christmas decorations are kept there, as well as our skates and a lot of The Doc’s fishing stuff. The Doc uses his room to make fishing rods, tie flies, practice the guitar and to get away from me when I am driving him crazy. It does have a door. He also uses it to store stuff and pile stuff and put stuff that he may get around to putting somewhere else eventually. This room is also a big reason why the rest of the house looks so neat. It is a smaller version of our not-so-neat garage.
So basically we both use our respective rooms, and the garage in the same way. And we have no desire to give them up. In the past we talked about what would happen and where would we end up as we aged. The Doc is nine years older than me. But really we have decided that we don’t want to be anywhere else. Here we have a great house on a beautiful lake that offers us so much enjoyment. Here we have things to do that keep us feeling younger and fitter. Here we each have a room of our own to do with what we please. We couldn’t image downsizing and moving to an apartment or condo and giving it all up. So as of now it is not in the game plan. As of now, and for the foreseeable future, we are keeping our messy adult playrooms.
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Photos: Jenn Stone