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Stardate: 20230805.0635
Location: Guest room
Input Device: Gemini PDA
Audio: quiet, owl hooting outside and are not what they seem.
Visual: Casted leg propped up on pillows
Emotional: lost
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I feel like I am broken. On the surface I might seem ok but under-
neath, it feels like something is seriously wrong here, mission
control. There is now a cast on my leg where I tore my achilles,
which has further impeded my mobility. This injury has put the
brakes on, or even halted many things that could be going on had it
not manifested. I think this was not happenstance, rather, this
needed to happen. My trajectory has not been sustainable,
Recently, I have been reacquainted with an old chair. It is a chair
that I was gifted by my friend, Sandy, when he was moving out of his
studio, almost 30 years ago (I feel so old now.) The chair is old,
metal, and heavy for its size. Not sure how old it really is, but it
was made during a time when things were built to last and made to be
repaired by the owner of the chair with common parts found at a local
hardware store. Over the years I have replaced various parts, even
re-riveting a couple broken rivets on the hinge that attaches the
back of the chair to the back post and also adding a tie-on seat
cushion since the original chair padding has long since flattened
over the course of use and time.
This chair has supported me for many, many hours in front of my
computers and was my main computer chair for many years. It was
replaced by a chair that I made from the driver's seat of my old Honda
mounted on the base of a recent repurposed "disposible" office chair
that you can commonly find discarded curbside on trash day. The old
chair became a secondary chair for anybody who would wish to sit
along-side the operator working his craft.
Recently, this heavy old chair has become very useful again. As
mentioned earlier, my leg has been outfitted with a cast. It has
been challenging navigating around my home with the Tiny Tims
(crutches) and can be very tiring. Enter the chair. I have dis-
covered that the chair is the perfect height for me to rest the
knee of my casted leg while I hold onto the back post and push off
with my better leg. (The chair has a wheeled base.) This allows
for a better effort to distance ratio, as well as increased effort
duration in comparison to the Tiny Tims. Also, when I get tired of
that, I can sit in the chair and scoot slowly or just have a rest.
Another thing I observed is that the chair has a low center of gravity
since it has a heavy metal base. This prevents the chair from
toppling over and provides a sturdy foundation. Unfortunately, due
to the width of the base, I kept banging my better ankle and foot
against the heavy metal base when navigating, so additional footwear
is a good idea.
I am grateful to have this old chair and for discovering a new
purpose for it to serve me today. It has served me well over the
decades (eek!) and I look forward to its service in the days ahead.
Old chair, you matter!
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