Day 3 of Elder Grateful Month and the last 36 hours have inspired me to be grateful for Furniture.
Furniture? Yes, furniture. Objects to sit upon, lay upon, sprawl upon, prop my feet upon…you get the picture. Early man just sat on the ground, either rock or dirt, maybe covered with some sort of vegetation. How sad–and disagreeable.
I’ve spent the last 24+ hours in pain with a headache and I can’t imagine what early man did when they were in pain. You just can’t find a comfortable position on a rock. You need chairs and sofas and beds to rest your weary and aching muscles and bones.
For me, a piece of furniture can also represent safety. Kitchen tables are where you talk over the day’s event. Matt and I have a lot of our serious “relationship” conversations at the kitchen table or on the sofa. The introvert in me escapes to the bed to read when I need quiet time. And I’ve written in the past about a couch that witnessed many, many important events in my life.
I am grateful that I (1) can afford furniture, (2) live in a time where furniture has been invented (because I wouldn’t be inventing it myself) and (3) live in a country where it is readily available. My head is thankful it had several nice places to lay itself yesterday.
Love the look of this bed, but I see bruised and scraped shins happening on the running boards.