Short and not so Sweet

Note: Sue is back to blogging this week, so I shan't be posting kid pics five times a week.

Way back in time when the earth was young, we had the opportunity of purchasing three slightly used steno chairs. After about 25 years, the first of the three bit the metaphorical dust a year or so ago. The second left us just this past week. That was the one that I used for my computer chair. The third is/was still used by Sue in her craft area in the basement.

I was chair-less, but lo and behold, Staples has a great half-price sale on last week, so I headed down and picked one out.  It wasn't as high-backed as some. I knew to stay away from those because my version of a bad back would not take well to a high-back.

So, I splurged and bought myself a fine, brown leather new chair.

Ain't she purdy?

With three levers to control the height of the seat, the tilt of the seat, and the tilt of the back, I was in heaven.

For a day or two.

As I worked on it, however, my back became more and more uncomfortable . . .

. . . even in the early morning in my warm hoodie before the thermostat kicked in at a higher temperature.

But it was no use. So ... I went down to the basement, and brought up the third of the ancient wonder chairs.

The back wobbles, but as hard as it is to believe it, my back feels better on it.

Meanwhile, Sue has a fantastic new chair to work her crafts in well upholstered comfort.

I am not happy about this turn of events. I really liked the chair. In fact, I am being rather wimpy and pouty about it all.

Sniff.