Everything has its season. You start out all fresh & shiny and new – then that little thing we like to call time happens.
The shine dries out.
The leaves start to droop.
The aroma begins to fade…
Smooth goes to gritty.
Soft becomes hard.
The stitching starts to fray…
My computer chair has finally breathed its last.
The poor old dear has been showing her age. The seat cushion has lost it’s cush. The casters feel gritty when they roll across the floor. The pleatherette has faded to a dusty blackish-grey, crossed all over with fine pressure lines. The back is pebbled with tiny claw holes.
Flowing across the entire surface, the criss-crossed scrapes, scars, and tears combine into a roadmap of the journey I and my chair have traversed together.
We’ve been through a lot. She originally resided in the office of a dance studio in downtown Waukesha, where she was loved furiously by the owner’s (then) 3 year old daughter. She’s sit and spin, giggle, spin, giggle, spin and giggle, often rubbing the chair’s corners against the wall in her youthful zeal. I received this affection-abraded chair from the owner when he closed his shop- my only cost being to love the chair as much as his daughter had.
The chair and I have been through photo editing for several bands. We embarked on learning to manipulate images, first with the free online editors, later investing in Photoshop. We’ve conducted hundreds of Photoshop experiments, both successful and not, worked together to develop my photographer’s eye, learned origami, glass etching, wire wrapping and chainmaille. We’ve created announcement banners for my vaping group, a couple of graphic ideas for business cards, and watched the increasingly downward spiral of politics in this country.
We’ve laughed and cried over various social media outlets – Facebook, ECF, VF, SpaceCiggies and Google+, and researched the hell out of Keto before tentatively dipping the first hesitant toe into the diet waters. One day, we vowed to figure out what good Pintrest does for the world.
I was on this chair when I heard of my sister-in-law’s death as a result of a heart infection, and my Grandmother leaving us at the age of 92. It officiated over the purchase of 3 different cameras, and supported me when I finally upgraded to that damnable smart phone.
It has been THE place to sit whilst I compose flash fiction, and my perch when starting this blog & my Etsy shop.
This chair has additionally survived my 3 moves, 1, 2 and then 4 cats, and the great flea & bedbug invasion of 2015.
No wonder she started to act like a cranky old Auntie…I’ve put her through more drama than a piece of furniture ‘aught to have to survive.
The hydraulics started gasping their final tortured breaths about a month ago. I’d lean back, and the chair would sink rapidly. I’d be working at the computer, and realize I wasn’t as high as I used to be.
Last week, the old girl could no longer support me. I’d sit, and immediately sink. She’d spring back up once I vacated her seat.
Yesterday – she dropped for good, the hydraulics no longer giving even a hint of pressure.
She lived a full life. A good life. Time now for her to rest.
The funeral will be Friday, at dusk, in the Rusting Dumpster Cemetery, located behind my building. Flowers, a candle in vigil, or good vibes appreciated.
In a (not-so) surprising twist – I would also like to announce the birth of a clean, cushy, bouncing baby new chair and play-palace (that thing we humans call a box) for the cats.
Once Mariko allows me to get INTO the box, that is…
Cycle of life, huh?