Four Hearts

 

I’d had Grandma’s rocking chair for many years; it was in dire need of repair and reupholstering the whole time. I always assumed I’d fix it up and enjoy it several more years, but when I consulted a professional, I was told it was too far gone. Replacing it became the next project. I scouted furniture stores for YEARS. I finally found a lovely wooden rocker a few days after Thanksgiving. Our family has a moratorium on buying for oneself between Thanksgiving and Christmas. It lets us focus time and money on gifts for other people, and gives them a chance to get us what we’d really like. Of course, after Christmas the chair was gone. I asked the store to call when a new one came in. Last week I texted the family to let them know I finally have my Amish rocker, and the spell checker changed it to Amish rocket. Which, YouTube assures me, is a thing. Now I want that, too.