I am sitting on a hydraulic gas filled Herman Miller black and walnut chair. I’m sorry. I lied. It’s a knock off.
As I slide into the faux leather seat, I realize my son set the chair to its maximum height.There is very little room between my knees and the bottom edge of the narrow DIY butcher block pub table from Target.
As I lean back to think, my chair, in almost a Quigi board way slowly rotates in a circular motion to the right, and then stops at what might be the letter A or V, depending on how you see two corners of a wall coming together.
As I resist twist myself back, I press my feet on the metal foot rest and force my palms against the counter to fight the chair from independently escaping. At just the right moment, I slide my hand gently down the shiny metal and clumsily lift the black plastic lever so that I may gradually lower the seat but instead I experience a sudden drop in air pressure! I expect to hear a pilot say ” ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain speaking. Looks like we got some turbulence up ahead and expect a bumpy ride. So we’re going to put on the fasten seat belt sign and ask you to return to your seats.”
But today, there was no pilot- no warning- just a sudden drop….a very sudden drop.
“Starting it up again?” asked my 12-year-old son…I shook my head up and down. I’ve been doing this blog in one form or another since 2008. I originally started it to learn about blogs. It then became a place to write about my observations as a father to my two sons. As time went on, I would leave this space for months at a time, and then reappear sometimes with stories, a 90 day writing challenge or to reflect on images I liked, or wished to comment on. It is an evolutionary blog that has never had much of a following except for a day when I discovered some techy link that generated an insanely huge following for a few days. Today, I begin, I think, a new phase.
I decided to change the name 4wrdthnkndad to Forward Thinking Dad, because it was just easier for people to find. Perhaps it reflects that I’m aging and becoming more practical. Also I’m taking an improv class, where I’m being asked to begin with a monologue. I find myself avoiding that experience. I keep looking for the perfect story to tell. And yet I know, talking about writing this blog post would be a good enough place to start a monologue.
So my intention today is to write about moments that I’m interested in.