My Room in Middletown

I have a nice cozy room across from the hospital in Middletown, Connecticut. I had no idea what to expect, whether the room would be a cold space with a cracked linoleum floor and walls covered with layers upon layers of that white dorm room paint, slathered on every time tenants change. Was it a room in a suite? Or a college dorm situation where I share a bathroom with the floor? When I arrived in Middletown, a hospital security guard walked me over to the house - the first floor of which is some hospital employee credit union. The second floor has three rooms plus a bathroom. When we finally found a way to turn on the lights, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that my room was indeed cozy.

In addition, the decorations gave it that nice 'homey' feel. In the next picture, notice the nice scallop shell and vase of now-scentless potpourri on top of the desk that's way too small for one to accomplish any serious studying, which is next to the college dorm-sized refrigerator. Not only did the previous tenant leave me a pile of Splenda sweetener packets for my use, but also left behind a full bottle of Heinz ketchup (I'll use no other ketchup as a condiment, thank you) and a half-full gallon of water. Now that's fancy living. I have to admit that the gallon of water left me a bit puzzled on the first night, but after a day-and-a-half of no access to water that did not come out of a bathroom faucet, I appreciate the idea from the last tenant.

What you don't see in these pictures are a nice comfy chair (my preferred mode of Monty Pythonesque torture) and the television with free cable. Alas, no internet access from here, and no wireless hotspots that my laptop can detect. The television was quite the distraction the first several evenings, so I think I'll be doing my reading in the hospital library. What the TV is GREAT for is this: Most days I don't have to be anywhere until 9am. So I can get a light breakfast and sit in my room watching reruns of 'The Lost World' and 'Angel.' Nope - doesn't get better than that.

Of course, there was one warning posted in the room:

...and I think to myself: "Bwahahahahahaha!" but then remember that the cost of such mischievous acts would be a freezing room and really cold showers.

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What I'm listening to now: Café del Mar (Volume Six)