They say that if you watch television in bed, it becomes more difficult to fall asleep when you get into bed. Your body says “hey, what are we going to watch?” instead of “let’s replay the day and zzzzzznonk…”
As such, my little area in the basement with my chair and my television and my game system and my Netflix and my whole little list of my things is where the entertainment portion happens rather than upstairs.
So when my chair has to be taken away to the upholstery guy so it can be fitted with new foam and fabric and the frame strengthened and whatnot, my entertainment place is an empty husk.
“Why not sit on Maribou’s couch with her?”
“To sit and have a conversation? Sure. To watch a movie? You know what? Nah.”
We got my chair back from the upholstery guy. We got it in place. I sat down in it.
HOLY COW. IT’S LIKE NEW.
It no longer has the light pastel fabric that was oh-so-popular at the tail end of the 80’s/early 90’s but is cloaked in DENIM. Nice dark denim, too. It should be able to better handle the inevitable food/wine spills with much more dignity than pastels did.
And the frame is stronger! It no longer wobbles when you collapse into it! And the fabric catches you and you sink into it!
As a matter of fact, it’s so like new that I find myself trying to find the place where my butt automatically settles and, not finding it, I start sliding down and out of the chair. That’s not important though. What’s important is that the chair fits and the new upholstery is solid and they tightened all of the things that had grown loosened in the last 20ish years. I leaned back and snuggled my head between the back cushion and the side headrest and felt the future naps that would be enjoyed.
And, of course, I looked at the television again and thought “hey, I could get back to watching my shows.”
Which means that, hopefully, next week will have a discussion of shows rather than a discussion of how I don’t watch them when my chair is at the chair doctor’s.
So… what are you reading and/or watching?
(Featured Image is “Edison’s Telephonoscope” by George du Maurier from Punch Almanack for 1879)