Life of Wry

This has become my favorite winter spot, in front of the fireplace. I sit here probably hours a day (I hate to admit) doing whatever it is I do on my laptop (this blog, for example, at this very moment). My butt can get sore sitting on that little wooden stool, as it has a hole in the seat, designed, I think, to function as a handle. It’s a very hard and irregular surface. Matt claims to have made this stool in high school wood shop, nearly half a century ago (Note: he actually made it in junior high in Mr. Riopelle’s wood shop class, I am so corrected). I scooped it up in the process of emptying mom’s house back in 2017. I’d always admired it. And I got that tiny table from Aunt Ellie’s house in 2019, same home-emptying process, this time after Aunt Ellie had died. Two of my most treasured (if funky) pieces of furniture (“furniture”).

Well.. okay. Let me take a couple close-ups..

Here’s the stool.. see.. that hole is placed right in the butt bone zone.

And here’s the table. The second shot shows the little shelves that pull out. My aunt had described this as a plant table, so maybe it was designed to display an assortment of potted plants on the four pullouts. I use it to hold my smoothie, my phone, and as a place to make notes if I need to write something on my todo list, say. Handy!

Anyway… I sit there a lot, being on my laptop, warming my back. Heavenly. That was a bowl of vanilla yogurt with raisins. I was likely doing a NYT puzzle.

Have I mentioned, it’s extremely cold and dreary outside these past weeks. The Tule fog has crept back in on its little cat feet and is socking us in but good. Excellent excuse for long stints in front of the fireplace.