Sunday, December 09, 2007

In Our House: Library

Yet, each time we refer to the room, we use the term man-cave. I believe we use that term because as my mother emptied the contents of the kitchen boxes into the proper cabinets, my husband unloaded the boxes of books for this room. Don't you know that in the importance of rooms to unpack first that the library trumps the bedrooms? Don't worry. Mom and I slammed out the bedrooms post haste.

4 comments:

Dave said...

I just read your words on your dad and was truly touched by them. I hope that, one day, my children would have similar things to say about me. I have been thinking of what I might say at my father's funeral one day as he is quite on in years... Thanks for your words!

Kell said...

Wow. Nice room.

Sarabeth said...

Kell, thank you.

Dave, my sister and I had often thought about what we would say at our father's funeral. We had assumed it would be far, far into our future. When Dad's death occurred, all those words, all those thoughts, at for me, were stuck in the recesses of my brain, shoved there by grief and shock. I began writing about him on the blog so that others would know how I felt about him.

jmb said...

A library? You lucky thing. That sounds so grand. We have a room that could be a library but it became a computer room instead with two desks, two computers, two scanners, two printers, well you get the idea. It does have bookshelves and even an easy chair but no fireplace.