Well… here we are. The
end. I really wish this story ended with
a great climax. Like a car chase or a
shootout or something. But it doesn’t.
We didn’t even have an issue using the London issued gift
card two years later in Atlanta! IKEA’s
computer system automatically processed the exchange rate from Pounds to
Dollars at the register. At least that is what Serena told me. I refused to go. My mother kindly went as my proxy. Oddly enough, Serena purchased two more
chairs on that trip… two swinging chairs that hang from the ceiling… but with
my history with chairs I’m too scared to hang them.
I can’t believe it’s been two years since the events
surrounding The Chair. I’ve been from
London, to Belgrade, to Islamabad, to Paramaribo. Grayson is now quite the little man and
Gilliam is walking and talking and has finally hit that age fathers crave… he’s
down with daddy time… when Serena isn’t around.
And now… as we’re preparing for yet another international move,
the saga of The Chair comes to a close.
A very anti-climactic close. All
that… 50 post… well… 51 post actually. I
accidentally posted two different 44’s.
Instead of renumbering I just made them ‘44a’ and ‘44b’. So, 51 posts over the last 664 days. All that and what do I have?
Well. I’ll tell you
what I have. I have the most expensive and
well-traveled used Tesco brand glider chair in the history of the world. And it looks great in my garage… and it’s a
handy bicycle rack.
Please note... this is not a staged picture. This is where The Chair has been ever since we arrived in Paramaribo 8 months ago. It never made it inside our house.
Oh well, I guess it’s the story that really matters.
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