Silverlocks and the three chairs

Just right they aren't--I've got three too many family history rocking chairs in the condo...

Silverlocks sat in the first chair to rest her feet.  She had been standing at the library circulation desk all day.

"This chair is too big!" she exclaimed. So she sat in the second chair.

"This chair needs to be recovered!"  she whined. Then she remembered the time her eldest got his head stuck in the chair's back. So she tried the last and smallest chair.

"Ahhh, this chair is just right if you are only four feet tall," she sighed.  That's why, pretty and delicate as it is, mostly Grandma hung her stockings over the chair's back at night. Silverlocks sets the extra blanket for the guest room on it.

And then Silverlocks had that porridge problem. Sitting at the intersection of Hillcrest and Gateridge, she always thinks Gator-idge. This is why she had that bad dream about photographing a gator in a big puddle in the yard, then not being able to pedal away fast enough up the hill on her bike.

Glad the lizards on my patio are just right.

© 2012 Nancy L. Ruder