Anne has decided we need to re-arrange the bedroom so that’s what we will be doing soon. We needed new computer desks so we went out and bought ourselves inexpensive ones because she didn’t have a proper one and mine is over a decade old and creaking under the weight of my 21 inch monitor. Like miner’s of old, I’m using a couple of short bits of 2×4 to prop up the monitor shelf so I don’t have to tilt my head to the right to read my screen. My new desk isn’t quite as wide as my current one so that should free up a little bit of space in our bedroom as well. This sudden availability of a few inches off one side of my desk has prompted the re-arrangement.
I think this must be one of the fundamental differences between men and women. When I was a bachelor I spent close to a decade with a bedroom that was never re-arranged. It worked pretty well the way I had it and I didn’t see much need to change it. One of Anne’s arguments for changing the layout of the bedroom was the fact that it hasn’t changed since she moved in three years or so ago. I believe my response was along the lines of “Okay, and…?” It didn’t go over well.
Don’t get me wrong, I agreed with the idea that we both needed new desks, but I would probably have just put the new desks right where the old desks are. Not because I think it’s necessarily the best layout for the room, but because it has worked so far and I’m just generally lazy about moving heavy objects any more than is really necessary. I guess on some level it’s the change in familiarity that bothers me as well. So little in life is consistent that coming home to an unchanging bedroom offers some comfort. Nah, I’m just lazy.
Truth is, I’d probably be happy to leave things as they are, but it doesn’t bother me that much to change them that it was worth protesting. It’ll make Anne happier and that will ultimately make me happier too. So I suppose, in a way, I’ve agreed that it’s a good thing. So that’s what we’re doing today. Wish me luck.