Anyway, we stopped at Pier One Imports and there was one chair in the back marked down for like $50 on clearance. Better, it was a Crandall chair from a Crandall couch sectional. It was the only piece left, so we stuffed it in my car and drove it home. It quickly became my seat and, over the years, became the primary place for my writing. When I rebuilt the front porch I put it there, and when Karal arrived, she loved to perch on my shoulders while I wrote on that chair. Spinal pressure, broken springs, destuffed cushions twice over the years, I finally realized it was not healthy to be sitting on it any more. I got more pains than comfort. But that was two years ago, and I was stubborn to find a replacement.
I did a week ago, and I put the Crandall chair in the garage. Ah, but yesterday I cleaned the garage for summer and moved winter to the shed, which made me realize the Crandall chair needed to depart. I took off the legs, undid the cushions, and it fit nicely in my Subaru. I took her to the dump and tossed her.
She was with us before Covid, through Covid and all my online classes, and five years following Covid. Karal was famous in classes and episodes of The Write Time as she often jumped up to be on my shoulders if I was on ZOOM doing something. She didn't want to miss out. I picked up a sofa, so there's plenty of room for her to lay down next to me and to look out the window, although at morning coffee, she still likes to rest on my shoulders with her morning yawns (mourning yawns this week as she said goodbye to our ol' friend).
I'm anxious to see how the boys react without her in the home as they were/are accustomed to me always being on my front porch spot working. There's room for them to sit with me now (which is weird).
I don't have a picture of the Crandall chair, but I do have this photo of Karal sitting next on my shoulders one last time before we sent the chair on its way. Phew. She was a good find (and good friend) for many years.
