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Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones I love my new rocker! I have a new rocker in my sewing room and I have a feeling I may be using it a good bit the next couple of days. I
love my new rocker. I had been taking brief naps at my computer desk
(never my sewing machine though!) and it’s very uncomfortable. I
recently bought a new rocker for the living room. Currently, we have a
very old, gold velvet recliner that was bought for Pop’s grandmother
when she broke her hip, 39 years ago. The gold recliner was to go in my
sewing room (so I could nap!) and the new rocker in the living room. The
old gold recliner would not make the turn in the hall. So, I got the
new rocker. I love it! Of course, I’m still attached to the gold
recliner, as not only is it very sentimental, it’s comfy and it rocks
also. I’ve traded televisions between my bedroom
and my sewing room, so the smaller one will swivel around -- I can
watch TV from every corner of my room now. Not that I do, it’s usually
off, but when I want to, I can! Mr. Bean, our
9-year-old miniature schnauzer, loves the new chair also. He’s gotten
somewhat shaky in his back legs from old age and has cataracts, so he
can’t really jump up in the new chair (he probably could, but he has me
well pegged, so...) Frequently, he stands there
patiently while I find his stuffed bear and get him a lap throw -- then
I pick him up, put him in the new chair, put his bear by his head and
cover him up. He’ll sleep there as long as I stay in the sewing room.
And no, he’s not the least bit spoiled. I’m
writing this on Tuesday (at the last minute, as always) and I won’t be
at work on Wednesday. I’ve taken the day off for spring break to spend
some time with my two granddaughters. Just before I sat down to write my column Tuesday, I was helping a customer who wanted some papers from the first of the year. The
first paper of the year is on the top shelf, way in the corner, stacked
really high. Barry offered, Barbara offered, but I do it all the time.
It’s really not any trouble to get papers off the shelves, as we have a
nice, sturdy ladder and a nice flat concrete floor. Coming
down the ladder, on the second from the bottom step, thinking I was on
the bottom step, I leaned over to pick up a newspaper I’d dropped. Yes, I tumbled off the ladder, thumped my back on the filing cabinets and knocked my breath out. Scared everybody in here! Except me. I knew I was all right. I expect I’ll be in my rocker tomorrow though...
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