Edelweiss of Zenith
Jul. 7th, 2023 09:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoEditorial note: this first part was written yesterday, but for some reason, it wouldn't post. I hope it'll work tonight.
Today's big project: go to La-Z-Boy and buy a recliner. Whoopee! Not something I would have expected to find myself doing, but time goes on and things change. We have friends who sometimes come and stay, and favor recliners for sleeping. Also, I think the Sparrowhawk will enjoy it. Some new items had just come into the clearance room, so we looked there first, and found what we thought was a good one. I threw aesthetic considerations out the window before going in. Function is the only thing that matters. Honestly, there is NO design aesthetic in which a recliner is going to look good. But luckily, I have no decor scheme for my house. At this moment, for instance, I am gazing upon a small square table that we bought for 25 dollars, remaindered at some furniture store in Texas. That was 25 years ago. There is no plan. We find a thing that works and we can afford, and then we keep on using it. There's a long story that I've probably told here at least once, in which we were living in a household with two single men and two single women, and Lisa and Don wanted to go shares on a piano for the house. I accompanied them to the store because I was the person whose name was on the house account checkbook. The salesperson asked Don what type of decor we had in our house, and Don said quizzically, "Early Halloween?" The salesperson was perplexed that all of us disavowed any marital relationship, and in fact I was married to someone else who wasn't there. But hey, it was the 70s.
Anyway, my point being that I think recliners have a tendency toward the hideous. But when you sit down, they certainly feel like being supported gently on clouds upheld by tender angels. The recliner is powered by electricity, and the salesman gave the Sparrowhawk a demo. I said "Do you like it?" and the salesman said "I don't think you have to ask. He looks like a kid with a new toy." It was true. His face lit up like a boy with a brand new bicycle. This monster will not be delivered until next Friday, so we have some time to figure out how to fit it into our misfit furniture collection.
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So now it's Friday. It was a nice day--cooler than recent days. It would have been a good day to do some weeding, but I didn't. I let too much time get away from me chatting with the Sparrowhawk in the morning, and then we had our Zoom with Deb and the Prussian, which was full of news on both sides, and then I drank tea, texted with a friend, and tried to do some writing in my notebook, though not with much success. I made a quick dinner of eggs with onions, tomato, mushrooms, and cheese (I wouldn't attempt to dignify it by calling it an omelet) and some toast and marmalade. We enjoyed sitting out in the back yard in the evening. Once I got over bewailing the sad state of my domain. We talked about what to do if we won the lottery, which is just another way of talking about life in general.
Today's big project: go to La-Z-Boy and buy a recliner. Whoopee! Not something I would have expected to find myself doing, but time goes on and things change. We have friends who sometimes come and stay, and favor recliners for sleeping. Also, I think the Sparrowhawk will enjoy it. Some new items had just come into the clearance room, so we looked there first, and found what we thought was a good one. I threw aesthetic considerations out the window before going in. Function is the only thing that matters. Honestly, there is NO design aesthetic in which a recliner is going to look good. But luckily, I have no decor scheme for my house. At this moment, for instance, I am gazing upon a small square table that we bought for 25 dollars, remaindered at some furniture store in Texas. That was 25 years ago. There is no plan. We find a thing that works and we can afford, and then we keep on using it. There's a long story that I've probably told here at least once, in which we were living in a household with two single men and two single women, and Lisa and Don wanted to go shares on a piano for the house. I accompanied them to the store because I was the person whose name was on the house account checkbook. The salesperson asked Don what type of decor we had in our house, and Don said quizzically, "Early Halloween?" The salesperson was perplexed that all of us disavowed any marital relationship, and in fact I was married to someone else who wasn't there. But hey, it was the 70s.
Anyway, my point being that I think recliners have a tendency toward the hideous. But when you sit down, they certainly feel like being supported gently on clouds upheld by tender angels. The recliner is powered by electricity, and the salesman gave the Sparrowhawk a demo. I said "Do you like it?" and the salesman said "I don't think you have to ask. He looks like a kid with a new toy." It was true. His face lit up like a boy with a brand new bicycle. This monster will not be delivered until next Friday, so we have some time to figure out how to fit it into our misfit furniture collection.
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So now it's Friday. It was a nice day--cooler than recent days. It would have been a good day to do some weeding, but I didn't. I let too much time get away from me chatting with the Sparrowhawk in the morning, and then we had our Zoom with Deb and the Prussian, which was full of news on both sides, and then I drank tea, texted with a friend, and tried to do some writing in my notebook, though not with much success. I made a quick dinner of eggs with onions, tomato, mushrooms, and cheese (I wouldn't attempt to dignify it by calling it an omelet) and some toast and marmalade. We enjoyed sitting out in the back yard in the evening. Once I got over bewailing the sad state of my domain. We talked about what to do if we won the lottery, which is just another way of talking about life in general.
