It is Wednesday morning. I have been sitting on the front porch sipping coffee. I have been rocking as I talked to my sister and waited for first light to break the sky. It is 6:30 and I am just now starting my Blog.I have felt a little lazy this morning as if I didn't want to rush pell-mell into the day.
I wrote yesterday that I had a wonderful surprise. To be honest I have not quit smiling since they brought it to me. It is Adirondack rocking chair. Do you know what that is? It is a big, usually white, wodden chair. Built with wide boards and sits close to the floor. I fell in love with them years ago when I was thumbing through a "Southern Living," magazine. I say that name and see a Southern home with a big porch and one of those rockers sitting there.
My daughter and her husband always has everyone over for Fourth of July. I went into the house at one point and sitting there was this beautiful, big Adirondack rocker. I went back out, calling to Billie. "Where did you get the wonderful rocker, I love it." "Ron made it," she said. My eyes fell on Ron. "Oh please," I pleaded. "I have always wanted one, please. For Christmas." "Everyone would want one," he answered. "They are too much work." But I wanted that chair. A plan came to mind.
Starting in July I went on Facebook and wrote to Santa about my chair. I also said I was trying to be good. I am sure nobody believed it. They only thought there was a crazed old woman writing to Santa and using Facebook. I have wrote every month after. Praying that they would take pity and make me a chair for Christmas. My heart was heavy but I had to have one of those, I just had too.
Labor Day my daughter called. "What are you doing," she asked. "Nothing," I replied. "Well, I'm coming over." I watched at the door. Their truck pulled up and Ron came carrying up this beautiful white Adirondack rocker. I screamed, I yelled, I danced. "Thank-you Ron I said as I hugged him. "Don't thank me," he said. "Thank-your daughter. She insisted." She smiled and said through what might have been clenched teeth. "I do not want to see one more word on Facebook about this chair. I nodded agreement. As soon as they drove away I was on Facebook telling of my Rocker and thanking Mr. and Mrs. Claus.
Did I get the chair because I am a wonderful Mother or because I embarressed my daughter and was actine senile. Hmmmm, I would tend to go with the senile part. But to be totally honest I really don't care. I got me a Adirondack rocker and I am one happy woman. The workmanship is flawless. And you really have no idea how comfortable they are. The arms wide to hold my coffee cup, the seats wide to hold my wide derriere. I truly love this chair.
So I guess I will have to be good now and not be writing to Santa on Facebook. As I sit on the porch and gently rock I ask God to bless my daughter and son-in-law. And all the little elf's that worked so hard. Folks you have no idea of how good Southern living is till you sit in one of these chairs and we're here in the Midwest. I am smiling and rocking the last few days. Long live Santa and Mrs. Claus. But for now, I'm outta here.
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