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In my reclining years

Below, I post of the wonders of my clean office. But the piece de resistance is the reading chair whose constructor is executing concurrently with this post (translation: it is being fabricated at this very moment). After what seemed like hours of shopping I settled on a chair from "lazy boy" (how appropriate) and the chair should be tooling down the highway toward my office sometime in the next month.

Now comes the "related work" portion of this post. I found the chair after visiting a couple of other interesting furniture places. First, I went to Carol House, "because you like nice things". But unfortunately, Carol House is no longer selling leather because Brookie has gone on the wagon (or is it off the wagon) when it comes to furniture made from the hoof. They had one chair left, and even though it was made of leather, Brookie was evidently in no hurry to get rid of it as it was marked (on sale) twice the price of similar chairs I saw elsewhere. Also it was a bad color (not one found in nature) and it was too big and cushy for my hunble (but lovable and clean) office.

Next I went to Famous-Barr at that mall North on Lindbergh, and went downstairs to the furniture gallery. It looked like a scene from the Addams Family. The place was utterly devoid of people (buying or selling) and the furniture could have come from my grandmother's house.

I stopped at Jennifer Convertibles, not because I wanted a chair with a pop top, but because it's where I would have looked in NY for the kind of chair I wanted. They had a catalog with a lot of leather (Jennifer and Carol haven't spoken much lately, I guess) but not much I could actually try out, and I couldn't trust such an important purchase to faith in a catalog.

I visited various furniture stores on Manchester, but didn't see anything that belonged in an office as worthy and clean as mine.

Finally, at Lazy Boy, I saw it. It called to me from the back of the store. Soft leather, as comfortable as prewashed jeans; arms made of the finest wood, cut by lumberjacks of noble descent; a back that was supportive yet not solicitous. Oh, and it was on sale.


It starts with a lazy boy, then it's a piano... just ask Dykstra.

Posted by: Ed at September 16, 2003 3:15 PM

Hmmm...good idea! I wonder who got Dijkstra's piano when he died? If it's available, I'll make room in my (nice, clean) office.

Posted by: rkc at September 16, 2003 6:56 PM