Whatever Happened to The Laz-y Boy?

I've been waiting to reveal what happened to our lazy brown chair. A couple of weeks ago when we went on a day excursion to Coldstream (wherever that is) to test out Doug's invention, the chair was in the back of the van with us (it likes to go on road trips). After revamping his invention, Doug and the Pirate placed the old chair beside Uncle F.'s woodstove in his garage. They told Uncle F. to go snowplow the plantation for awhile so they could strategically place the chair without being noticed. However, Aunt H. came out to see what was going on, and Doug strategically placed his body so Aunt H. couldn't see past him. She's vertically challenged somewhat, and Doug's big man-body hid the chair from her view. We have been wondering how Uncle F. discovered it and how he would have had no rest until he found out who the infiltrator was.

The Pirate sent me an email to tell me what happened:

Dad took it all in stride, and figured there was no use in me trying to tell him a fib, because I could not keep a straight face, so I told him. He laughed, and guessed after sitting in it for a few minutes, that this might be a good spot for the "Lazy Boy" for the winter, and then maybe give it to Andrew [the other Pirate's son] for his camp or something in the spring. Even with the broken spring, it is quite comfortable. Something about an old chair that's been broken in just right. Something very familiar, and soothing about it.

So, the saga of the lazy brown chair continues. It lives on, and I think it will live on for many more years – in peace and tranquility, enjoying the 'weight' of many more people. Recycling or what?