We had a family chair shopping expedition this morning. Somehow it worked out that we needed three new recliners, all at the same time. Suzanne and John were replacing an old one, and so was I. Mom just needed one, for those nights when lying awake in bed just isn’t an appealing way to spend several hours in the dark.

That’s sometimes what I’ve used mine for, too, and it just wore out. The mechanism that makes it a recliner and not just a chair had turned it into a kind of torture device. It doesn’t go back all the way, and it won’t go all the way down, either. This means that I’m often required to perform an athletic leap just to get in or out of the chair. That sort of defeats the purpose of having a recliner at all.

So we all met at the La-Z-Boy store at the crack of 11 am on Sunday morning. John and Suzanne found the one they wanted right away. I thought I knew what I wanted, and I thought I’d found it. I was looking for a recliner in a dark color with a pattern. Then I sat in the one Mom was getting, and I ended up with a light, solid color. But oh boy, is it ever comfortable. I could easily sleep there, in the daytime as well as the night. In fact, that’s my plan, whenever possible.

I spent more than I probably should have, but I won’t have to pay for delivery, because John is picking up all three of the new chairs at the warehouse on Wednesday. I came home from shopping and made do with my old chair. In fact, I made almost constant use of my old chair for the rest of the day. It doesn’t work all that well, but it’s better than nothing. It’s not good enough to sell (or even donate), but I’m thinking it might make a nice porch chair, at least until I can organize a trip to the dumps.