My Chair

My Chair1

My black leather chair is my main source of physical support. I suppose the floor deserves some credit too, but the chair is where the rubber meets the road. I have spent countless hours on it playing on line video games and writing my fiction. I am currently sitting on a brand new version of my old one and I am finding it to be sort of like a new shoe that needs to be worn in.2

The old one sits in the corner, waiting to be thrown out. It has finally kicked the bucket. The leather is torn and the padding was coming out and the pieces of the padding ended up all over the floor. A piece here, a piece there added to my misery.3

At first when I bought the new chair it sit in the box for a week unopened. I was unwilling to so quickly part with the past. It had been with my through two apartments. It had never failed me by falling apart and sending me onto the floor. 4

I hope this next one will last longer. I'd like to someday get one of those metal office chairs. They might sound uncomfortable but they are not. They offer great support and never fail. No leather to tear, no insides to fall out onto the floor.5

I suppose this is the end of an era. I'll miss you old chair.