I Miss My Old Sofa

GETTING STARTED

I liked my old sofa. Vanity prohibits me from saying that I loved my old sofa, but I did. It was old and wearing out. It was beginning to go the way of all the earth, but I loved it. 

WHAT HAPPENED?

What happened was that the old sofa was given a new home. I think it was happy with the old one. It was decided that the time had come to replace it with something new and nice.

However, a really good sofa is hard to find. No, I don’t mean the quality of its frame, the durability of its fabric, or its classic and timeless design. Those sofa’s can be found in abundance. No, the kind of sofa I wanted, and frankly needed, are not easily found.

MAYBE IT’S A MAN THING?

Okay, maybe it’s a man thing, or maybe it’s just me. But when I think about a really good sofa, this is what I think about: 

1. Its long enough to nap on comfortably. 
2. Is it deep enough so that I don’t fall off when I’m sleeping.
3. It allows me to stretch out when watching a game or movie. 
4. Its durable, and will one day take on a sense of legacy.
5. A good sofa can look nice, but it’s not a priority. 

THE NEW SOFA

The new sofa isn’t working out; frankly, we’re having issues. I haven’t decided, but I’m close to calling it off. Here are my new sofa issues:

1. It’s too nice: It’s a finely crafted piece of furniture. I don’t like it. 
2. It’s all leather. Leather looks/feels great but everything slides off.
3. It’s curved. It is, and you can forget stretching out comfortably.
4. It’s new. I feel like if I spill something on it then I’m a bad person.
5. It naps terribly.

THE SACRED

There some things that are sacred to a man.

1. His grill. A man’s grill is sacred. I won’t debate the hotly contested propane vs. charcoal for outdoor grilling, although Im sure on the right side of it.
2. His garage. A man’s garage is sacred. Doesn’t matter what’s in it: sports stuff, the classic car or the boat restoration project, or just his tools. Don’t mess with it! 
3. His sofa. Its sacred. 

IN CLOSING

My wife has excellent taste; and I’m over the moon grateful for all I have. I’ve seen poverty and I’ve been in the homes of people who would be wide eyed and overwhelmed with what I have in my home. So, I’m not really complaining.

Just the same, I really liked my old sofa.