A New Life for a Chair

I was away all day Tuesday so the lonely chair had to just endure the day more or less in solitude.  I'm hoping the occasional walker-by at least acknowledged it, asked how it was feeling.  But then, in the evening, an email arrived from a blog reader asking a little more personal information about the chair.  Could it be dried out?  Could it be clean enough?  And, if so, a new life might be possible.  I promised that, in the morning, when it was light and I wasn't so tired, I would make an assessment.

Fortunately, in the morning the sun was shining and a light breeze was blowing and the chair was presenting itself at its best, which was a low standard, but still.  Sitting there in the somewhat de-forested copse, it didn't seem so wet, or even so put upon by the birds.  The top of the cushion was damp to my hand, and when I lifted the cushion up, there were clearly water stains beneath where the rain had run down.  But that breeze was feeling very good and the sun was gentle upon it, so I turned the cushion upside down so that the air could reach down into the chair and gently roped a half-tarp about the whole thing in order that, if it started raining again, no further water would assail it.

And returned to report my assessment.  Which was that it was probably not terribly wet nor terribly unclean.  In fact, looked pretty clean and might dry out okay, but probably a personal look-see by the inquirer would be worthwhile.  And, by the end of the day, the inquirer's freighter had whisked the chair off to a new life.  Or a soon-to-be new life, as it was going to spend a little time drying out first.  And then, the end of the story is the beginning of a new story: Can a formerly homeless chair from Point Roberts make it in a Seattle apartment?  Big Chair in a Much Bigger City.  Or, Traveling without a Passport.

Thanks to the inquirer for moving things along.