The Isolation Journals - Day 97

Prompt:  Picture the chairs that you sit in on a regular basis—at home, in public, comfortable or uncomfortable. Now pick one of those chairs, and write an ode to it, considering the physical and emotional sensations it evokes. Does the lumbar support ease strain on your lower back? Does the chair remind you of a beloved grandparent? Does it have a great view? Try to make visible the dynamics of sitting you’ve gotten so used to that they’re currently invisible.

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Wooden industrial adjustable stool, how do I love thee?  Let me count the ways.

I’m still thinking.

Umm, you were easy to assemble...you do a passable job of matching a very unique table...and that’s all I got.

Perhaps one day my battered sitz bones will recover from the daily hours spent in contact with your unyielding seat, but today is not that day.  Absence will make the heart grow fonder, or the butt grow stronger, or whatever.

While we’re airing our grievances (Festivus in July?), I’m constantly disappointed by the configuration of your legs.  They are spaced justthismuch too close together to allow the Roomba to pass beneath you and do its job.  The pet hair tumbleweeds have taken to seeking refuge between your feet, the only comfort you provide.