In our living room, we have a horrible chair. It is squat, and covered in something that might be leather, but is probably not. It has followed us around since the earliest days of our furniture acquisition, and it persists.
It’s not actually uncomfortable; lying sideways across it is a beautiful experience, and if one is short, one can still
sprawl sit happily in it without a footrest.
But it’s ugly.
We brought it down when we first began to pen Margaret in the dining room. It was low enough that she didn’t feel that we were abandoning her, and enough of a chair that we didn’t feel like we were spending hours on the floor.
It then became an integral part of the anchoring system that held the fence across the living room.
Now that we’ve expanded Margaret’s pen to include all of the living room and dining room except for the computer, it has no purpose.
But today, Margaret found it. She can just, if she concentrates really hard and if her mother has put something she really wants in the back of it, clamber up onto it. And once there, why not relax?*
Of course, Goodnight Moon doesn’t last very long.
But you can climb down onto the floor, and read it again. It’s a very different story on the floor, you know. Completely changes the interpretation.
*The book is upside down, but she’s more interested, right now, in the look.