Musical Dining Chairs

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Last night I was having a conversation with my Mom at the dining table. I happened to sit down on ‘Dad’s’ chair because it was the closest one (and unoccupied at that particular moment). I had barely begun speaking when my Dad approached and asked me why I was sitting in ‘his’ chair.

“Because,” was my very grown-up answer. An answer, mind you, that my kids had given me countless times when they were younger. A perfectly ‘non-answer’… An answer telling me exactly nothing… Not even close to an answer and certainly not a complete sentence or even a complete thought.

But I digress.

My point, and I do have one, is that I wouldn’t purposely take his chair. Nor would I be particularly upset about getting up out of his chair… Except for the fact that, no sooner had I gotten myself up and moved to another chair, he didn’t even sit down. Not in his chair, not in my chair, not a green chair, not a blue chair (sorry, couldn’t help myself).

Well, he did sit down but not in the aforementioned chair. He took the chair on the other side of the table and turned it sideways so he could see and hear the tv from less than a foot away. So why exactly did I need to get up?

I guess it’s something we never really outgrow – that need to call things our own. We don’t like to share our toys with other kids when we’re toddlers or what we did at school that day with our parents when we’re teens. We hate sharing our feelings with our significant others when we’re dating/married and definitely won’t share our self-assigned dining chair with anyone, at anytime or for any reason. Just… because!

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2 thoughts on “Musical Dining Chairs

  1. Ellen, I am having major emotional breakdowns dealing with my “bio” father — he could not even tell you my birthday when he was 35 years old! He is a total piece of s–t. But since he had no other children, I am “IT” and I am quickly losing my patience with him. Big Time. So your daily blogs add humor and delight to my situation and I thank you for them. I look for them each day and reread most of them. Miss you, your whole being and your presence in my life. Hugs, Dyan

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  2. Oh Dyan. What can I say? I have it so much easier than you in this particular situation. I wish you could find some humor in it, too. I’m so happy knowing that my dry sense of humor (that few ppl get) in these daily posts can actually help. Believe it or not THAT helps ME! So thank you πŸ˜€πŸŽΆπŸ‘©β€β€οΈβ€πŸ‘©

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