Tuesday, June 5, 2012
My current chair, in my writing spot, is actually a rocking chair. It is wooden, sort of comfortable, but not the best chair for working. I had mentioned earlier on my writing goals post that I wanted to write about old things. I was thinking today, how one day, this chair will be old. I wonder how many homes and families it will rock. I wonder if babies will be swaddled and snugged by a daddy in this chair. If a grandmother will afghan herself and sleep in this chair. I wonder if it will get worn, dented, age...will it begin to squeak or make a floor creak? One day it will be old, I will be gone, but it might live on. Maybe it is the right chair to sit in and create. Maybe it is a chair for making memories.