Well, now it looks like this, thanks to a deck chair rearranging session with Aunt Chrissy:
It's no secret that I am not good with change. As a matter of fact, both Stewey and I have been wandering around the house the last two weeks wondering who the hell moved our respective cheeses, but...we're coping.
It was critically important to me that Aunt Chrissy have a Happy Chair of her very own. The 20-year old loveseat that served as Stewey's perch just wasn't cutting it for her any longer, so we relegated it to the office and pulled this little recliner into service. I'm not sure if it's the BEST solution, but for now it's what we've got and it has accomplished the goal, which was to get her stitching again.
I could bore you with all of the sordid details of the last year or so of Aunt Chrissy's life, but suffice it to say that her not stitching has been (in my humble opinion) the source of all of her problems. (Well, that and the fact that she still works for and interacts with the hyena every day. Once she gets rid of him and his evil empire, all will be well once again.)
Selfishly, I looked at Stewey this morning and just wished for my old life back. But, I am really trying to view all of this change as a blessing (or maybe a big fat test to see if I'm learning anything). In the meantime, I am just concentrating on the positive and hoping that the experience doesn't kill me.
So...how are your deck chairs today?