I spent the day Saturday cleaning the basement and doing laundry. Beth took the boys to do some grocery shopping, and I decided it was time to take a break. I settled down with a large glass of water and my laptop. I reached for the handle to lean back in the recliner and want back. Way back. I realized that something was wrong as my head hit the wall. My recliner was broken.
I bought my first recliner at a thrift store in 2001. I had not seen the purpose of one before, but we needed more seating in our living room, and a recliner seemed to fit the bill. It quickly became “my” seat. A couple of years later the seat fell through, but you get what you pay for, and I definitely got my $35 worth.
Some friends of ours had a recliner in their spare room that they never used, so they let us have it. This recliner was a step up from our previous one, as it was a rocker/recliner. It was nice, but squeaky. Half a can of WD-40 later, it became “my” chair. I cannot count the number of times that I have rocked Tony to sleep in that chair.
As I have said before, I have a hard time stepping backward when it comes to possessions. I had to have a recliner, and this time it was going to be a new one. Beth saw this as an opportunity to persuade me for an entire living room set. I was reluctant at first, but nothing matches kool-aid stained sage green. (In retrospect, we should have gotten a darker colored couch.) I caved and we set out furniture shopping.
Six stores later, we decided we were going to purchase the set we saw at the first store we stopped at, and we went back. Our new leather sofa, love seat and recliner arrive on Saturday. As an added bonus, both ends of the sofa and love seat recline. Until then, I will slouch in the lawn chair and wait.