I’ve been sent to my room! 🙂
Our family room is tiny . . our whole house is tiny! In the family room, we have Vince’s recliner positioned for optimum TV viewing and sleeping; a love seat and my recliner. I have a view of outside . . I can sit and knit and watch wild turkeys, deer, chickens . . whatever happens to be out roaming the countryside. We bought the furniture two years ago just after Thanksgiving.
Earlier this week, I was sitting in my recliner and I felt like I was sinking deeper and deeper into a hole. I kept re-positioning myself and then when it was time to get up, it was like I was having to crawl out of the chair. I said to Vince . . would you sit in this chair and see if you think something’s wrong. YES! He thought something was wrong so we called the store in Comanche where we bought it and they sent someone out to look at it and yes . . it needs help! They ordered a new cushion assembly because the stuffing is just almost non-existent. I don’t think that chair was right from day 1 — it always felt understuffed but I attributed it to that one being a rocker and not just a regular recliner. They also ordered a new “frame” so hopefully, I will have a much more comfortable chair soon.
To top it off, yesterday while hauling 18 gallon tubs full of yarn to the sewing room, I hurt my back. I felt it as I was propping the tub on my knee while twisting to try to open the door, get out with the tub, without letting Rita escape. Sitting in that collapsed chair is not working with my back already hurting.
With a hurt back, that meant Vince had to haul the rest of the tubs of yarn to the sewing room. That was not good! Thank goodness, he didn’t realize I had already hauled 9 tubs over there.
Last night we decided to try the impossible. We would convince Rita to sit in the broken chair and Speck and I would sit on the love seat. No way! Rita has always sat on the love seat and . . all two months of her life here, and she’s not about to change her location. I would put her in the broken chair with her favorite quilts and she would beat me to the love seat. She and Speck get along great . . until one of us is close. Speck snaps at Rita; Rita snaps back . . that plan didn’t work.
We decided Vince would sit on the love seat with Rita and Speck and I would sit in his chair but the lighting by his chair is worse than by my chair and I didn’t want to haul my lamp over by his chair and have to unplug something so I could plug in the lamp so .. I said . . that’s no problem. I’ll go sit in the recliner in the bedroom. We could swap recliners . . mine in the living room for the one in the bedroom but the parts for the broken chair should be here next week, or early the next week and I’d rather the repairmen be in the living room than in the bedroom working. They said it will take them an hour or so to take the chair apart, replace the parts and have it back together again.
So for now . . I’m in the bedroom by myself, with my iPod, my laptop and my knitting. Old Speck hasn’t even noticed I’m not in there. Who would have thought having a recliner to myself, with no TV and no snoring would be so nice? 🙂
And, since I’m sitting right here by the bed, I think I keep hearing the bed calling my name . . nap time! 🙂