Gigantor and the Tiny Chair ~ A Haiku of Proportions

 

GIGANTOR

 

 

if there is a chair

 

find it and recline therein

 

size does not matter

 

 

CREAK. GROAN. WOBBLE.

 

 

What is your favorite chair?

Share a photo in the comment section.

Does it fit you well, or are you like Gigantor and size is not an issue,

just comfort?

My Writing Partner (Cute Kitty Alert)

This is my girl. ONE of my gray girls, as the neighbor calls them.

She is my writing partner. Most days, as soon as my backside hits the chair, the cat joins me.

She gets the back half. I get the front. I'm the one in danger, though, of sliding off the front. This is mainly due to the slick covering and the mandatory highest setting so I can reach the keyboard. Which, unfortunately, means my feet do not really touch the ground.

Sitting down becomes a balancing act between not smashing the kitty, not slipping off the front of the chair, and not falling back and making the chair slip out from beneath me. (That has happened once, and it hurts.)

Hi, Mabel, my built in heating pad.

The best part, which I never think about unless my husband notices and tells me?

I walk around the rest of the day with a cat-hair stripe across my buttsy cheeks.

It's a new fashion statement. Gray hair on my head (thanks, Hollywood, for catching my style) and gray hair on my pants.

We girls color coordinate.

Somebody's Law...The Edge is a Dangerous Place

There is a law, a scientific one, which explains motion. I will look it up shortly, just to give credit where credit is due. And to show that I did learn a thing or two at college (like how to research on the internet or crack open a text book).

Fell off my chair today. The nifty office chair with armrests, a plush seat, and excellently moving wheels. Thanks for the great Christmas gift, my love.

Being vertically challenged, frustrating at times, downright dangerous at others (hence, this moment), I have my office chair at the highest possible setting. In order to see my computer screen correctly and have my arms at the right angle for protection from shoulder/arm/wrist strain, I must have the seat up to the maximum of its height.

That being said, the highest level possible means these short little legs don't quite reach the floor. And to reach the keyboard at all, I have to sit on the edge of the chair.

There. I said it. Short. Can't reach the floor. I will be one of those short grannies you can't see behind the wheel of a car, driving slowly to avoid collisions, barely able to peek over the dashboard. It's because we are too short. Booster seats, anyone?

This could actually be a mathematical problem. Too short of legs + slick chair bottom + smooth wooden floor + well-oiled wheels = a disaster in the making.

I leaped into my chair, unfortunately hitting the edge. Producing the "every action creates an equal and opposite reaction" law of motion.

Bottom slid off the chair, short legs could not get grip on smooth floor - resulting in chair going the opposite direction. Me one way, chair the other.

Considering this law from the floor, checking myself for strained or bruised parts, I was glad that a recording device was ne'er to be found.

After crawling out from under the side table, upon which I put my writing resources, and collecting my chair from across the room, I promised myself to be more cautious when approaching this wild and wooly thing called 'the office chair.'

Whoa, Nellie!

NOTE: Isaac Newton's third law of motion: For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. I had it memorized almost to the word! Let's give a shout out to Western Washington University, where I took many loved science and physics courses. Whoop!