When is a man-cave not a cave?

For my mental health, I retreat to writing, reading, or music. Mowgli retreats to the rooftop where he can view the world, meditate, feel in control. We all need a place like that, don’t we?

The intolerable heat of summer broke releasing warm yet cooler air inviting us outdoors. Mowgli has elected to crawl out his second floor window and create a boy-nest on the roof of the patio. Initially, a neighbor thought Mowgli was sneaking out until her husband pointed out the trappings of nestling stowed on the roof. It is here that he retreats after a long and frustrating day of on-line school and homework. It is here that he goes to calm his ADD mind.

The boys’ space upstairs is more than ample, boasting extra large bedrooms for each of them, a large shared bathroom, and a bonus space. Blue Boy keeps his room relatively neat (he is a teenager). ED attempts order in Mowgli’s room. Contrary to common sense, ADD does not necessarily like order. ED and Mowgli organized all of his clothes the other day, moving the dirty clothes from the floor into the laundry basket. Returning later, ED discovered the basket empty and the clothes strewn. Mowgli complained that the order made him uncomfortable.

Sidebar: At this point in the article I am tempted to post a picture of Mowgli’s room. Having taken my blood pressure this morning, however, I will save my heart by staying away. I have seen his room many times when I had to machete a path to his bed.

For my mental health, I retreat to writing, reading, or music. Mowgli retreats to the rooftop where he can view the world, meditate, feel in control. We all need a place like that, don’t we?

Author: Mary Cornelius

I am an aging woman who writes three blogs.

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