You know that chair you like to climb into when you're visting and think I'm not here?
The one last April you decided, without warning, to jump into my lap and fatally injured in doing so?
After many months and several surgeries this morning it finally succumbed and ceased to be a reasonable facsimile of a chair.
I managed to find you a new one on Craigslist for $30 up in Woodstock...score! Checking the straps at the Pomfret Center post office.
New chair at home.
The funeral pyre of the old one.