A Change of the Chair

Things have a way with me as never going quite the way I had planned them. I always have one idea when I am planning something and someone else has other ideas.  We live quite modestly by most standards. When we lived in my grandmother's house the whole house was full of furniture. One room I called the chair room because it was filled with chairs. Mostly antique chairs that had been collected from various relatives who had passed away and were given or left to my grandmother. In addition to the ten or so chairs that filled the room from corner to corner almost was a antique couch that belonged to my great grandfather and then my great aunt and then it was passed to my grandmother. She fixed it up and that was one of the pieces in that room that I really loved. I took a few pictures with my son sitting on it when he was small. Some how I knew that in the end a picture would be all I would get from it. And as it turned out I was right. But, I enjoyed it while I could and have my pictures.  The back of the house was expanded in the late 70's or early 80's. They added on an extra huge room that was supposed to be the family room with two big couches and one love seat and a couple of chairs that were not as comfortable as they looked. The couches were ivory or white. I can't tell the difference between the two but as I was told there is a difference. The chairs were orange most likely they came from someone's house who passed away. And there were tables holding lamps near the couches and a baby grand piano which nobody knew how to play in spite of my grandmother giving just about all of her great grand kids lessons. She loved music and thought that everyone needed to learn how to play something. When I was growing up she wanted to give me piano lessons too and I took a few but sucked at it and that was the end of that. My two best friends in elementary school both took lessons and both played way better then me. My grandmother wanted me to stick with it and become the next whomever but I later took recorder lessons after school. Not that I was any better playing that but she was happy I stuck to it longer then the piano.

So, the downstairs in her house was pretty much well furnished with stuff they brought years ago and stuff that they inherited from other people. The only thing that I used to not like too much was the table that they put in the "den" it was a dinning room table. I guess since they already had one in the dinning room there was no other place to put it but it took up almost one side of the room and when people sat there it blocked the TV. Their original table they got when they were first married and the one in the den belonged to my grandmother's sister and the chairs belonged to her father.

I guess looking back on it now everything had a history of where it came from.  A family history that I really didn't pay too much attention to until later. 

Fast forward to today and we have none of that stuff. Stuff happened after my grandmother died and to sum it up in a nutshell it was all American greed that took it from us.  My aunt has some pieces in her house and the rest are long gone from storage in someone else's house making history there in a stranger's home.

Basically, when we moved from her house to a hotel to an apartment we had only a few suitcases and the clothes on our backs. We managed to get one TV and two chairs out of the storage locker before we couldn't pay it anymore. So, we have a little history here too. For a long time we only had beds to sit and sleep on and the two chairs and the TV and a handful of dishes which we managed to save too. We weren't complaining though we were just happy to have what we had and we on living. 

Over the years that we have been here, a total of too many, lol,  I have managed to get more furniture a little bit at a time. Saving for this and that and even though we still have my mom's bed in the front room we have a recliner for her to sit on which was desperately needed after she got out of the hospital the first time and we have a newer TV now cause the other one played out a while ago and I was sitting on a lawn chair for while just to have another place to sit. I didn't mind though. A chair is a chair. When people would come over they sat on the two dinning room chairs we managed to salvage. Our for company chairs. Last Christmas I started saving tor another chair and this month I had enough to get one. My back thanked me. I am of a certain age when some days the aches and pains just creep up on me. So, the new recliner was delivered a few days ago. I was excited. My mom was even excited. Although, I had to make a place for it and clean more then I had wanted to in the spot I was going to put it I was thinking it was well worth it for my aching back's sake.  My plan was to recline when I could and nap when I could. I miss naps and rarely ever take them because there is too much going on all the time. Which is fine. You gotta do what you gotta do right? So, no sooner then I plopped my tired old body down to sit and try it out my son comes out of nowhere and says oh he wants to try it too. I let him try and now all of a sudden "my chair" turned into "his chair" I don't know how that happened. But, things just have a way of happening like that for me sometimes.  I let him sit there as much as I can and remind him daily that the world doesn't not revolve around him like he seems to think sometimes. I also remind him that I am of a certain age and need to rest my back sometimes after a hard day or a long day. 

So, my plans went out the window so to say or got  changed. I plan to get another chair in a few months or maybe a small couch and odds are which ever I get he is going to want to sit on and turn it into "his".  At least that will be his plan.