Note: I wrote this a few weeks ago, but then saw that Melodie had already loaded a much better (and far funnier) writerly chair story into our blog list. At that time, I shelved this one. Recently, however, I decided it never hurts to let folks know about the physical items directly supporting a writer's endeavors. After all, someone may be interested. So, here below is the article about my own chair.
My wife bought me a chair for Christmas.
I found out about it two days before Christmas, and three days AFTER she told me that she and I weren't getting each other presents this year.
Consequently, learning about the chair didn't phase me.
Dragging it from the store, bungee-cording it to the roof of our car and carrying it up the stairs, however, did.
Thank God for the assistance of our oldest son, Joe. Without his help, I'd still be plodding up those steps. Because that chair is heavy. I mean, seriously: it probably weighs in with around the same mass as a nice leather-bound set of Hugh Hefner's Complete and Unabridged List of Personal
Anyway . . . My wife got me the chair, as she explained, because I needed a better chair for writing.
I certainly wasn't gonna argue about that. I write (as many of you know) out on our apartment balcony. I've got a little rolling desk out there, comprising a short but hefty wooden cabinet that our son, Joe, built in shop class, which sits atop a 2x4 & caster device designed to move heavy furniture.
The way Joe built the cabinet, I've got a strong wide shelf about ten inches below the nice, flat top -- upon which perches my laptop when I'm working. I keep cigars, tobacco, pipes, pipe cleaners, lighters, pens and other odds and ends down on that shelf. The mouse sits on the arm of my chair, and the keyboard sits on my lap. The caster wheels let me roll the "desk" up close when writing, and push it back when I stand up.
Perhaps, therefor, you can understand why I wanted something a bit more comfortable.
Problem was: it also needed to be cheap and not too nice, because it would be sitting outside. Winters here in the Valley, might not be too rough on outdoor furniture, but summers are BRUTAL to them.
Madeleine's solution was brilliant. She found a nice big red fake-leather cushy armchair at Goodwill. The chair was in great condition and had been priced at $25.00, but she got it on sale for 50% off.
So, I now sit in a $12.50 armchair to do my writing.
In fact, I'm sitting in it now. It's 11:11 pm (an auspicious hour, surely! LOL), and chilly enough that I've got a blanket over the chair to protect my backside (I'm wearing shorts) from the cool fake leather. I'm wearing one zippered jacket in the normal manner, with a second open and spread over my legs. And I'm quite comfortable.
As to my feet: They're nice and warm too. In a pair of house shoes my son, Quentin, gave me for Christmas.
See you in two weeks,