A space of my own.

I live with Jenny and Billy and their four children.
At age 79, I feel very, very blessed....I am part of their every day happenings, while, at the same time, I have a life of my own.
My living space is as I like it, with things I have chosen to keep from my past and things I have assembled for convenience in my future.
I have a Keurig coffeemaker in my room...a microwave...a toaster.
Outside my room, in a curtained alcove, is my "wet bar" (a refrigerator -freezer that holds a ten pound bag of ice), a shelf for glasses and other supplies so I can entertain....that is important to me!
In short, I have it good!
The great grandchildren come in and out of my space freely. I spend a lot of time heading them away from things that mean trouble: Loralei (age 1) loves toilets...and the dog's water dish. She is very artful at getting past me and paddling in both!
There is a toy box under the antique table that sits by my window, with blocks and toy cars and dolls, all of which they rarely play with....they'd rather jump on my bed!

Speaking of which, I have a new one.... Taking out the double bed and putting in a single bed freed up space in my tiny room.
"You won't like it", they told me.... "You're used to a big bed all your own....what will you do when William comes in and announces he wants to sleep in your bed with his Nonny?"

Well, he's in there now....he has been since 9 last night. I slept my usual four hours, got up, made coffee....William is still there....

I slept quite well.
There will ALWAYS be room for these little people in my bed...
I am very, very blessed!!