And so, I switch off the computer and my eyes fall on my favourite chair. Currently piled with duvets and a guitar, it is wedged between a loveseat and a laundry rack. A penguin is perched on the loveseat, propped up by pillows and the last publically visible box in the house. This is half of the office. The half I can conveniently turn my back on while typing.
Many nights were spent watching baseball with Dad and Gramps relaxing in the same position, with their hands clasped behind their heads. One night I noticed this and wanted to take a photo. I then realised I’d been holding my hands the same way. And I didn’t want to move.
I’d sit next to Gramps and read aloud the letters he received from old friends. And write his Christmas cards as he dictated news in lines short enough to fit on them. More often than not, there’d be actual snow falling outside as we went about this annual ritual.
I like Fall for many reasons. Fall allows you to be functionally nostalgic and cry into your coffee and possibly bewilder your boyfriend while also providing stuff to look forward to. Stuff like Hallowe’en and Christmas, for example.
When I started to live in places that weren’t University halls of residence, the chair followed me. I’d cover it with an alternating collection of throw rugs, which up until then I didn’t see the point of. CJ and I would fight over which one of us would get to curl up on it. She’d call a truce by jumping up on my lap or onto the top of the chair, guarding me the same way her ancestors and Kodi the dog guarded my Gramps.
In my last flat, I put the chair in front of my favourite window and officially proclaimed it The Reading Chair.
Sitting down in the chair and opening a book was a sign of sundown for me. When I had a new stack of books to start reading, I could not wait to sit in the chair and see which book grabbed me first.
Without actually meaning to I bought four books for five pounds at two second hand shops this weekend.
I think I’ll liberate the Reading Chair and start reading one or three of them.
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