We went out to lunch, part 3

On the porch at the fancy oceanside hotel

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The rocking chair

The day has ended
our house is dark
as I lie in bed
the silence is broken
only by the sound
of a rocking chair
In that old rickety
chair you sit
holding Nathan tight
That same chair
where my mother rocked me
quieting tears in the night
That peaceful rhythm
back and forth
back and forth
over the hardwood floor
Our little son
was not the only one
you rocked to sleep
last night
Louis Copt
May 13, 1976

 

 

 

Jolting portrait

Check out the upper left-hand corner -- can you see the eye? Also in the right-hand corner the blue splotch could be an eye. This appeared as an abstract portrait with a long nose and white smiley mouth after I saw it in iphoto. Hmmmmm.

Jolt

Q-Tip

Q-Tip the cat, so named for the tiny spot of white at the end of his tail (not visible here). This is his own personal ottoman, appropriated from his people immediately after they bought it. The people are allowed to use the matching chair.

Split-log chair

This chair is outside the Beach Museum in Manhattan. When I saw it, I immediately thought of Mollyavalon's chair series. Just had to add this one. A great theme idea. I will keep my eye out for more outdoor chairs.

Shoes

Wives of softball team members relaxing on martini night

My stool

 

Edzo made this stool for me. It lives in the kitchen. It's both beautiful and functional.

Ira’s chair

 

Edzo got this from his father not long ago. It's a good addition to his office.

Granny Howe’s chair

This was my grandmother's chair, and then it belonged to my parents. When I got it, it was upholstered in black leather and electrical tape. The feet don't match, but it's not crooked. It's comfortable for someone with a bad back, because it's higher than a normal chair.

Herman Miller’s chair

 

We always call this the Herman Miller chair. Never the red chair, or the red rocker. My father-in-law gave it to us many years ago. We didn't know it was a collector's item and for a while left it out on the porch. It's in our bedroom now, where it looks good and we try not to let it become a dirty clothes receptacle.