There is a chair.
It’s a sturdy metal chair, painted grey, with a padded grey seat, covered in vinyl.
This is an outside chair. I don’t know where it came from, or how long its been outside, but I remember it being there since at least 2009, when we took a road trip to visit family out here.
I remember my dad sitting on it, outside the sun room, with the outside cats all around him. Now, it is on the concrete pad, outside the main entry.
I’ve been thinking of repainting it and doing something about the cracks and holes in the seat. Chairs as sturdy as this one are rather hard to come by, these days.
I should probably get on that.