When I was growing up my mom and dad never missed a tv show called All in the Family. It really tickled my dad's funny bone, and my dad had a great laugh. Anyway, the patriarch, Archie Bunker, was somewhat of a bigot and quite set in his ways. It was a running joke that Archie always sat in the same chair and tolerated no one else sitting in "his" chair. Of course, every week someone would almost sit in Archie's chair by mistake and my dad would hoot with laughter along with the rest of the audience.
My mom had a favorite living room chair where she always sat, an old upholstered rocker that had been recovered many times to match the current couch. Once my little sister jumped joyfully in her lap and the whole chair went over backwards. No one else really wanted to sit in it because it didn't feel comfortable to anyone but Mom, and truthfully, we were a little afraid of its propensity to tip over backwards. Of course, the old rocker became known on our family as "Archie's chair."
Yesterday I was complaining to a friend that my back hurt from all the knitting I was doing. She suggested that I rest my elbows on the arms of a chair while I was working. I said I can't do that because my chair doesn't have arms. She laughed and pointed out that I have three other chairs available that DO have arms, why didn't I move? Because I always sit here, I said.
You can see where this is going. I've become Archie Bunker. I've become my mother.
I think one of the things I will put on my New Years Resolution List is to check out the view from the other chairs in my house now and then.