A Rockin' Life

Middle age is when you're sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn't for you.

Ogden Nash, American poet (1902-1971)

An old rocking chair bearing signs of being loved over the years caught my eye in an "antique" store a while back. I enjoyed several morning coffees sitting in it, pondering the new day rising in the living room window, until the day that I spilled my coffee across the wall and the carpet and in the ensuing moments of mayhem managed to dislocate the chair's arm from its spindles. As a consequence, the chair went off to the restorer's workshop for a complete makeover: re-gluing, refinishing, and reupholstering. She returned home this week a stunning beauty. And so here I sit, enjoying a rockin' Saturday night with a spot of tea and a big smile.