Sit down and get comfortable
Maybe our ancestors had the right models when it came to furniture; rocks and logs. One never wearing out, the other environmentally friendly in construction especially when felled by winds or amazing electrical displays. If you tipped over, you probably deserved it or were dodging a bear. If you were uncomfortable, you stood up and went back to doing something productive. No lollygagging around in front of the fire (one-channel TV, for those without the utility company).
Of course, we evolved, and we allowed others to design uncomfortable chairs. You’ve probably seen them, in the museum; held together by glue and the fierce regard of the matron in charge of the place. In our homes, we either pretended to be something we weren’t, or we kept the “good” chairs around until they collapsed under the combined mass of teenage boys and cranky dogs. No resemblance to anyone living is herein implied.
This evening, I went shopping. The helpful staff member (dressed in leather, she kept avoiding that section of the chair display) directed us to the only section that really counts when you have serious TV time ahead; the La-Z-Boys. Again, no resemblance to anyone living in my house is herein implied.
So many choices, so many prices, so many different colours of fabric (all similar to the Daltonian). We sat, we swiveled, we racked ’em back. We simulated losing the remote control. We lollygagged about and pretended to be trying to choose. And, in the end we did. A matched pair, to avoid the obvious confrontations over whose turn it might be to “veg out”. The only shortcoming is that there is a short supply; we can buy but we can’t take them home just yet. About ten weeks before there is any chance of delivery.
In the meantime, I’m in need of a couple of big rocks for the living area. Colour optional.
