It was like spending time with an old friend the way the recliner eased back with a slight nudge when I sat in it after I got it home Monday night.
This was no ordinary recliner. I recovered from a tonsillectomy in that chair. I spent countless Saturdays and Sundays watching football in that chair. I even watched the Saints win the Super Bowl in it.
When Carolyn asked if I wanted it, I jumped at the offer.
I thought it would fit in the backseat of my car, but after wrestling with it for 10 minutes, I realized I’d need a pickup. In the end, I rented one after work and picked up the chair this past Monday.
I couldn’t wait to sit in it again. I spent many hours with either Bubba, Kamilla or Krista on my lap in that chair. I miss them bunches. Truth is, I wanted this chair as part of the divorce settlement, but that got to be nasty, so I just walked away from the house for a pittance and moved on with my life.
As an adult, I had always owned a blue recliner.
The first one I picked up at Naquin Furniture in Thibodaux for $99 on sale in 1981. It was big and soft and comfy. It came with me to Florida, back to Thibodaux and then to Baton Rouge. I sadly left it on the roadside 19 years later when I moved to Nashville. There was no room for it in the U-Haul truck and my fiancée called it “nasty.” (That turned out to be a theme throughout our life together, but I digress.)
When we built our house in Murfreesboro, we got a blue recliner for the bonus room. This one was a Queen Ann style chair. Comfortable sitting in reading, either upright or laid back.
Carolyn moved it from the bonus room to the great room near the end of the marriage and I spent less time in it, though that’s where I saw the Saints win the Super Bowl.
That’s where it stayed until I picked it up.
It’s funny how memories work.
I wanted the blue recliner because it made me feel comfortable. A year after the divorce, when I could afford to buy new furniture, I bought the same exact chair from a local store in Nashville.
But they didn’t have blue in stock and it would be six weeks before they’d get another, so I settled on the maroon model and it has served me well.
Four years later, the blue recliner was mine again. So I sat down and gloated about the prodigal chair coming home. I moved the maroon recliner to the other side of the sofa and put the blue chair in its rightful place where I like to watch TV.
There’s really nothing to watch on TV on Mondays, so after a few minutes of sitting in the blue recliner, gloating, I was back at my desk in the spare bedroom reading Facebook.
Tuesday was much the same. WNPT had pledge programming and its pledge programming is the lamest of any PBS station I’ve ever seen. So I was in the office soon after the evening news went off.
Wednesday, I worked from home after a bout with my Meniere’s. I spent the morning at my desk, but felt worse and laid down in the recliner at lunch time.
The chair that helped heal me after tonsil surgery 12 years ago started giving me a back ache. I switched to the other chair and dozed off shortly after reclining all the way back.
I moved the maroon chair back to its proper place on Thursday and spent most of today in it, dozing off and on while cooking and home improvement shows alternated on WNPT. As soon as I have a leak-free place on the ridge, the blue chair will head up there.
Fond memories have their place in life, I’m certain, but I do believe they’re best left as memories.