Abby is one to enjoy relaxation after a long day at the number mill, and she finds her way to her zero-g chair, where she is joined like royalty by her lap dogs. That chair uses hard plastic knobs to lock into place once reclined, and for Abby it has become increasingly difficult for her to lock them due to her arthritis, and her generally delicate nature. (In fact, they hurt my hands a little, and my hands are perfectly healthy.) So recently we shopped the row of furniture stores in Oklahoma City and, finding almost exactly what she wanted, ordered exactly what she wanted. It came in from the factory last week, so she and I went up and got it.

One thing we discovered in our shopping adventures is that recliners, like those who sit in them, have gotten really fat recently. Some of them are even starting to be available in 1.5x sizes, which look like a relining love seat, presumably to accommodate tomorrow’s super-lard-asses. But I’m getting too political. It was hard to find a recliner small enough that it didn’t completely Bogart the whole living room, but the one we found is just about right. As a rule neither of us like polka dots, but this pattern is really neat, and now that we have it home, we are seeing that it mixes just right in our living room. When I asked her just now, Abby called it “muted earth colors.”