Rowyn (rowyn) wrote,

Writing Exercies: Place description

Describe a place you're familiar with, but not presently at, in as much detail as you can think of

The den

It's a small room, 8x11' or so. The entrance door is in one of the longer walls -- the south one, and adjacent to the west wall. On the same wall is the door to the closet. Both doors have a medium-brown-reddish stain to the wood, and matching trim goes around the door frames and borders the floors and windows. Rather pretty trim, actually. There's one window in the middle of the east wall, and another in the middle of the north wall. The east window overlooks the yard, but the north one looks into the breezeway that was added on to the house later. You can see the brown shelves full of plastic bags, and the cat furniture in the illustriously titled "sun room" through it.

Through the upper half of the window, anyway. The lower half is blocked by the stereo. Under the north window, and occupying most of the wall, is an eight-foot long table, the kind you find in school cafeterias: folding, with brown metal legs and a pressboard top with fake wood grain laminate over it. On top of that table, from east to west, is: Lut's computer, a standard beige mini-tower, with the side currently off because he's been working on its innards recently, then Lut's 17" beige computer monitor, on top of a base that he has all his components wired through, with red buttons to control the monitor and box and other peripherals separately. When we moved, I set up the computers (Lut was still at work) and I plugged his computer and monitor into the wrong outlets on it. I don't know if he ever fixed them; I think he did. Behind the computer and the monitor is a small book case, about 6" deep, 30" high, and 24" wide, I'd guess. It has three shelves on it. It has the CDs cases for the CDs currently in the stereo, mostly arrayed to mimic the order in which they're in the stereo: 40 on the middle shelf, and 20 on the lower one. In the free space at the end of the lower one, there's a little stack of CD cases, ones we've taken out of the stereo recently. The network hub is mounted to the outside of the top shelf, east side. An identical set of shelves is on the other side of the window. The top shelf of those has the complete collection of Monty Python's Flying Circus DVDs on it, plus the first four seasons of B5, The Fellowship of the Ring DVDs, and some other DVDs. The animated Spawn. The Last Action Hero. Not sure what else.

Next to Lut's monitor is the stereo, a big black box, probably a foot and a half high. It's a single unit, not a stack of components. The bottom has a 60-CD changer; over that is a dual tape deck, and over that is a radio and the amplifier. There's a digital display at the top, which shows the time when the stereo isn't on. The stereo has a remote, without which it mostly doesn't work, and with which it works with some difficulty. It's one of the least intuitive electronic systems I've ever worked with. There's a box of tissues in front of it. On the other side of the stereo is my beige 19" beige monitor. Both our monitors are the old bulky kind, not fancy flatscreens. Then there's my computer case, which is a fancier-looking minitower, in two different shades of grey with polished metal trim and a thermometer on the front. There're two little blobs of bluetack partially obscuring the insanely bright red and blue LEDs on the case. (Red for hard drive activity, blue for power.) Next to it is my beige flatbed scanner.

On the floor underneath the table is the usual assortment of computer cables, not too tangled; Lut bundled most of the excess cabling up with cable ties. There're at least two surge protectors and one UPS by the wall. There's also the box for the $30 inkjet printer I got from WalMart and still haven't bothered to hook up. (I really should do that).

In front of the table is a grey reclining loveseat, covered in a sort of suede-velvet fabric, with regular flat bed pillows in black pillowcases along each side of the top. On Lut's side of the loveseat is a small wooden chess table, maybe two feet tall, that he keeps his joystick and other stuff on. He's also got a little blue wastebasket. In the southeast corner of the room, between the closet door and the wall, is a little white cabinet, maybe 24" high and 12" on a side, with a white door. It's got a wood-grain two-drawer CD storage box on it, that holds about 40 CD cases.

On my side are two translucent plastic drawer units, one a bit taller than the other -- maybe 28" vs 30". They've got black tops and black trip on the drawers. On top of them is various junk. The remote for the stereo is probably there, as is a big multi-vitamin pill bottle, the sketch pad with the pencil sketch for the drawing I did of Tiffany in it, facing up. A tiny black-and-translucent plastic three-drawer unit -- maybe 8" on a side -- with pencils and tweezers and other little things in it. My drawing tablet. My black-with-blue-trim cloth CD binder, with about 60 CDs in it. (No jewel cases--it has removable sleeves instead.) There's a little wastebasket-sort of thing -- it's a black plastic frame for holding plastic shopping bags, actually -- in the corner between the drawers and the table. It's overflowing right now, mostly with tissues. There are bits of trash about, mostly more tissues and stray papers.

The carpet is that neutral beige-gold you find in new apartments everywhere. The walls are eggshell-off-white. The ceiling is white and stippled. There are two outlets, one on the west wall and one on the north, in the room, but we've got only one UPS plugged into the west one. The other computer's surge protector uses an extension cord to reach an outlet in the living room, because we don't have enough power on the den's circuit to operate both computers. No pictures on any of the walls yet; I've been too lazy to hang anything.

And that's everything I can think of. Phew!
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