Friday, October 14, 2005
The story on this chair: about ten years ago, my dad put this lawn chair way out at the edge of the "civilized" part of the backyard (long before the property line hits, but around the spot where he stops mowing the grass), right on the ridge of the big ravine that borders the eastern side of the spread. When people stop by the place & ask what the chair's doing out there, he tells them that's his "thinking spot." This, however, is a lie. My father's thinking spot is clearly in the recliner in the living room, where he spends hours & hours on end...well, between the napping, I imagine he gets some thinking done there, at least.