When I was a kid, I saw reclining chairs in a handful of homes, and I thought they looked like 1) fun, but 2) something only “old” people would need.
Yet, at some point after we got married in 1999, we got a recliner; not immediately because we had zero money when my wife was in grad school, but possibly in 2005 or so. I decided that I loved the recliner.
Then in 2009, while riding my bike, I had a near-collision with an automobile, managing to break my rib. Now, I loved the recliner because it was the only way I could sleep.
But my wife got rid of the recliner. It’s because Midnight, our late cat, clawed the heck out of the upholstery. But, but, but… the chair still works! Can’t we just cover it? Sigh.
My MIL had a very nice recliner, which she had purchased for her husband when he got sick in the autumn of 2019; he died in early 2020. The chair moved with her from Oneonta, NY to her senior living center near Albany in 2021. But when she moved to another facility a couple of years later, she had far less room. So the recliner came to our place.
Happy, happy, joy, joy!
This one is much fancier than the previous recliner, with an electric switch that provides heat, massage, and more. It’s SoCozi; I mean, that’s the brand.
Plugging it in
Because it was getting warmer, my daughter (mostly) and I put the air conditioner into the living room window in mid-June. We couldn’t find the wooden blocks the AC sat on outside the window. But it seemed to be holding in place UNTIL my wife decided to sweep the front porch. The broom hit the porch swing, and the swing hit the AC.
The AC was reinstalled, but for no logical reason, the recliner got unplugged. Eventually – it was harder than you would think with my MIL’s stuff crammed in the area between the recliner and the AC -the plug was found. Once again, I can use the recliner, especially during my recent ailments. (You don’t know the half of it.)
This means, of course, that I AM an old person, which, as the cliché goes, beats the alternative.
I wrote a blog post in late spring 2006, titled Workin’ In A Coal Mine, about the NY Small Business Development Center’s move from 41 State Street in downtown Albany to Corporate (frickin’) Woods. But I never seemed to have published it, as it was still in the draft folder. The next paragraph is the wording of one of those damn self-evaluation forms we were supposed to have filled out in the midst of this chaos. 
