Monday, July 1, 2013
The Not So Easy Chair
Several hours later, I have prepared dinner, done two loads of laundry, waved at my friends as I pass them on the road, traveled miles out of my way to retrieve a forgotten cell phone, dropped by the grocery store for fresh milk and finally returned home where the only chair in the living room is waiting on me with a pile of towels that need to be folded. This is certainly not the kind of chair Mr. Bunker had and it is clear to me that we shop at different furniture stores.
While I don't have an Archie Bunker chair, I'm certain that he did not have a band of children anxious to share with him their latest stunts, videos, songs, dances and more. I doubt he ever walked in his kitchen at two a.m. to find teenagers with night vision goggles engaged in full scale Nerf Combat. I doubt that he ever looked in his glove box, found a box of mints and said, "Hmmmm - this looks like breakfast." Our lives are in fast forward and there seems to be no sign of slowing down and relaxing. Should I ever find a chair like Archie's, I can only hope that I have a lifetime full of memories to reflect on while I sink down in the comfort of my easy chair.