Lazy, Boy!

From the time I can remember my Grandma sat in a Lazyboy chair. She had her table next to her with all her meds for the day, something to drink, her Post-Gazette (which she read from cover to cover all day) and her TV remote. What a life I used to think; just sitting in the Lazyboy all day and reading the paper and putting the footer up and switching the channel all from the comfort of sitting on your butt! We laughed and still do when we think of the image of Grandma sitting and all the rest of us getting her stuff and the occasional "clang, bang" of her putting the footer down and making the big 'get up'. What a spectacle is was watching her arise out of her chair and make her way to the kitchen while the rest of us clamored for the chair. "Ah, just a moment in the Lazyboy, it's my time to sit and relax" A funny thought for a 10 year old but common for most ten year old's today.

I wish I would have kept her Lazyboy; don't really know what happened to that wonderful chair. I only know that I didn't have one when I grew up and the thought of getting one meant just ONE THING: Settling! Settling in for that long sit when you were old and others could get you stuff. Having the cold beverage and the laptop (today's paper) sitting in your lap and the remote by your side. I thought, no way, that's only for OLD people. What I DIDN'T know as a kid was my "Old Granny" was only in her 50's when she was settling into the Old 'boy!

Quite a few years ago (in my 40's) I found an old 70's style fabric based Lazyboy at a garage sale and asked for it for Fathers Day. For years that chair sat in my office or in a family room or in a den and mostly the kids or Leslie would sit in it and work on homework or sit and talk with me while I sat in my office chair or on the couch.

Suddenly, as I write this blog, as I just turned 50 this year, I find myself sitting well: In my Lazyboy with my cold drink on the table, my laptop on my lap and the remote by my side. Am I creeping into that Lazyboy stage of life when others bring me a drink and "no one" gets the remote? Suddenly I'm in my boxers and t-shirt by 8PM with the footer up ready to settle in for the night. I'm not ready to settle in for life, I'm only 50! No, for me the Lazyboy is just going to be another place where I sit and write and read and watch and think about sharing crazy stories like this one. Not settling yet!

I REFUSE to be a Lazy Boy...I refuse to by Lazy....boy! (whew!)

By: vanhoogy

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Scott VanHoogstraat is Editor of www.lifeafter49.com and write about growing older gracefully in the second half of life