Friday, April 8, 2011
Last week when we went on our Chemistry field trip, my children and I rode with my friend, Pat and her husband, Eric. We arrived about 30 minutes ahead of the others. After touring the gift shop, we settled ourselves in the visitor's room to wait for the rest of our group. It was then that Pat noticed just how short I am and that regular furniture doesn't fit me well. She told me to remind her to show me a rocking chair the next time I was at her home, as it just might be a good fit.
Yesterday, like every other Thursday afternoon, we showed up for Chemistry class. Eric opened the garage, and after class, Pat took me out to sit in the rocker. It was a good fit, indeed! And with that, she blessed me with this sturdy piece of furniture that had been her father's.
I got it home, brought it into the house and gave it a thorough cleaning.
And then I lost out to Verne and Chester. They think it was brought in just for them.