At least weekly since we started walking this route over a year ago.
The chair is always there. However, whether six months ago or when this picture was recently taken, it moves more often than Easterâ€™s date on a calendar.
Kynzi, beside me, ignores the chair. In her dogly world, cats, birds, squirrels, or treats matter; sneaky chairs, not so much. I think itâ€™s outdoor furniture, with a thick, comfortable-appearing maroon cushion. But even if designed for all-weather use, I wonder how much moisture it soaks up during the rain. (Yes, the silly dog and I take to the streets in the rain.) Though unable to recall its position when we last hurried by, Iâ€™m confident todayâ€™s location is different.
It has never been occupied, though someone must be repositioning it along the curve of the driveway. Maybe a tornado could shove it around, but California twisters are rare (and no, we wouldnâ€™t walk in a storm that nasty). The chair has been angled toward the house, or a neighborâ€™s house, in a multitude of ways. However, the seat is invariably positioned so that ifâ€”ifâ€”anyone settles onto its cushion, he or she will have a nice view of the street. Continue reading →