Yesterday, I went to Staples and bought a new chair for my study.

It cost $199, and we took the floor model home; no assembly necessary.

I like the new chair a lot, the seat and back are made of mesh to be cooler, and it has much better back and lumbar support.

I didn’t care about the expensive leather chairs; I’m no CEO.

We rolled my old chair out to the street next to the mailbox and put a “free” sign on it. The advantage of living on a busy road is that the stuff we don’t want anymore usually vanishes quickly.

I’m happy thinking my chair will have another life; maybe it’s going to college. I did thank it.

My chair was picked up in a minute, and I did feel a pull on my heartstring. I had this chair for more than 15 years; I wrote three books and more than 34,000 blog posts on it.

I think I brought that chair up from New Jersey when I bought my cabin on Colfax Mountain. I know it came to Hebron when I moved there; I wrote on it just about every day of my life here.

When I bought it, I had a different wife, lived in a different place, and had never thought of having a blog.

The chair was good to me; it didn’t start to give way until a couple of weeks ago. I couldn’t adjust the back any longer, and the leather on the armchairs was coming apart.

I really don’t know how one is supposed to feel about a chair, but it did support me and stay intact and enabled a lot of writing, and that counts for something.

How many things that we buy last this long?

For me, it’s a big change, but I liked the new chair the minute I sat in it, and that’s a pretty nice transition. It not only has a mesh backdrop. It’s blue, my color!

I like change; it keeps life fresh and stimulating.

And my chair had gone past its prime. I  hope it works for its new owner as well as it worked for me. That’s a neat thing to think about. My new chair feels good; when I lean back, the back doesn’t lean with me.