Cat-approved

The new recliner-that I paid to much for at auction, but I had a bad case of the stubborns.  It is rare that all the things I love in a chair are offered at once- leather, tailored- then Ada had to put it up as a choice of two.  The Marine-guy was bidding against me- naturally I assumed he wanted *this* chair because I did- he really wanted the *other* chair, which while leather, was one of the short, dark, puffy types.  We both ended up paying to much, and my chair is covered in cat scratches that I have to fix- but it matches my own beloved chair in that aspect.  I got the recliner for the manz to replace the old recliner, that is broken down on one side and busting out of the fabric- another auction find of a few years ago (much cheaper though I did have to beat store-Judy at the price.  This recliner I am hoping will work for the manz, at least until we can find the brand-new perfect recliner that I envision.  It is tall in the back, long on the foot-rest (an extra part pops up from the bottom) and not-to-big.  If it doesn't work, I'll sit in it or it will live in the library- I know everyone else in the universe likes recliners but I am partial to my battered leather club chair that Melissa gave me.

Isn't it funny how the chairs look like us?  His is lighter, taller, leaner- mine is the color of my hair (kinda), shorter, wider, curvy. I have been feeling short and curvy lately (I am curvy but not that short)- the manz sister Gail is visiting and I finally got to meet her- she is nice, and like the manz and his other sister impossibly tall and slim.  Add younger and blond to the mix and you can get the whole willowy mix- very beautiful.  The sisters shop all the time- the manz suggested on the way home from Texas that they may go shopping with me if I wanted to (I was bemoaning the lack of shopping companions- I only shop  well with my Mother, sisters and Melissa).  I could well imagine that scene- I've never set foot in a 5-7-9 store (not quite sure they would even let me in!) and I can lay dimes-to-dollars that these ladies have never explored the depths of Layne Bryant.  Now, I do have a fair amount of self-esteem, but still and all-

Speaking of which, I am feeling so much better it is incredible.  I have energy again and have been bouncing off the walls (it might be the steroids for the poison ivy, but I'm hoping it's just the return to old me).  School has started back (yesterday was first teacher day) and I've been busy cleaning and organizing and going to endless meetings. Catching up with everyone.  Boy is home from his vacation (excellent time had) and helping us out this week before he heads back down South- I was talking with the dad of one of his friends yesterday (Suzi)- it is impossible to believe still that all of our kids are this old.  They were all restless and bored this summer, missing their independence and college-ways, ready to leave the nest for good.  So for the boy that means back to school, then into an apartment at ECU- his bedroom is going to become the house library (for books and a desk), he will be in the Rose Room when he comes to visit.  He is totally ok with this and thinks it's a good plan- I was long on my own at this age, but I still feel a twinge sending him off.  It's a mum thing.

The manz has been busy putting up with the both of us- me bouncing around, watching Hoarders and deciding to clean the oddest things.  And getting back into the work schedule.  I didn't listen to the manz when buying the chair- he knew when to quit bidding to get the best price, but like I said, I get stubborn.  I really wanted the chair, really wanted something that I liked - so much so that common sense flew out the door and I was more focused on attainment rather than need/quality/purpose and it suiting *him*.  (I didn't even ask if leather was ok- I just *had to have that chair*)  He is being an excellent sport about it- his whole philosophy is "It's to late now, so relax- just listen to me next time and let me 'drive the auction car'.  And in the meantime, the cat loves it as much as me!