“The discontented man finds no easy chair.” ~Benjamin Franklin
“A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.” ~May Sarton
“One who sits between two chairs may easily fall down.” ~Proverb quotes
We should be about 10 days away from finally receiving our household goods from the States (knock on wood; see Castaway). But that doesn’t do us any good right now. Although I started out this move quite firm in the belief that things are just things, and stuff is just stuff and is wholly replaceable, that isn’t exactly true.
The first – and only things I’ve written about missing so far has been our Love Jug. And the second, and quite possibly only other thing worth mentioning is, quite honestly, our Easy Chair. Well, it’s actually a chair and a half.
There’s a scene and symbolism in the movie Phenomenon (1996) that concerns the importance of chairs to life. In it, George appears to be magically and mysteriously transformed, suddenly endowed with strange powers. The transformation, however, was short-lived and due to a brain tumor, which George ultimately passes from. As George is approaching his terminal end, there’s a discussion in the local bar about it all:
Banes: [speaking to Doc about George’s transformation] “He never really changed at all. Isn’t that right Doc? I mean he never really got any smarter. [after a long pause without a response] Doc?”
Doc: “Banes… how’s your lady-love?”
Banes: “We… um… we broke up.”
Doc: “Really? That’s too bad, yeah. Now George has a love at his side and she is sticking with him. You know why? Because he bought her chairs. That’s pretty smart to me. You ever buy Lisa’s chairs?”
Banes: [discounting the whole notion because he can’t comprehend the symbolism] “Doc’s real drunk tonight.”
Doc: “Every woman has her chair, something she needs to put herself into, Banes. You ever figure out what Lisa’s chairs were and buy ’em?
[Everyone pauses in silence]
Doc: “Nope. But, you’re right about one thing, George never changed.”
Jody and I cemented our relationship in this chair; in it we poured and put ourselves, together. It is one of our first co-purchases, a major item that already hinted at the longevity and closeness of what was to turn quickly into a marriage. It is the centerpiece of not just our living room, but of our time together. It fits us, and more importantly, it fits us together.
It nurtures us as a couple, and reminds each of us to nurture the other. I cannot tell you how many nights I’ve spent laying across Jody’s lap watching a favorite show.
I cannot count the number of times Alex our cat (Cleo’s brother, who went missing quite a while ago back in the states) would hold Jody down in this chair and force her to nap.
It has hosted Christmas gifts, been kind to our party guests, and served as a refuge for our animals. It is, in physical form, symbolic of our relationship.
And Otto, well let’s just say Otto serves naughty purposes rather well (he says “Hal-lo” with a wink and a Dutch accent).
Currently we are on a sterile, BLUE, American folk-art inspired, government purchased and supplied sofa that not just exfoliates our skin, but provides the physical equivalent of a chemical peel. The cat will have NOTHING to do with it. But in an ironic twist, it manages to highlight every single piece of cat hair within a 10 meter radius. Let’s just say we are dang tired of just managing with our temporary seating provided by the lowest bidder….
It’s true that this place is no home. Not yet. It remains soulless, without our one…and a half…warm, comfy, chair, where neither of us has to attempt to sit between two sofa cushions to be one. Ten days, and we will once again be content.
- The Chair with Character (chippievintagejunkie.wordpress.com)
- Treasures Found In the Chair (englishrussia.com)