At last, the two week long saga of dealing with our pesky wireless router is over. I know most of you have no idea what I’m talking about, so perhaps I should explain.
The Sunday before last (May 2,) Mom got the overwhelming urge to rearrange the living room. This wasn’t entirely on a whim, however. The current arrangement placed her chair with her back to the walkway in between the kitchen and the living room. Being males, my Dad and I would often stop to read over her shoulder (which she hates, by the way.) And, out of habit, we’d lean on the back of her chair.
Two hundred pounds of curious male weighing down the back of Mom’s chair would always result in the chair tipping back to about 50 degrees, completely freaking Mom out. Then again, who wouldn’t freak out if, all of sudden, they found themselves in a semi-reclining position, staring at the ceiling, and due to no decision on their part.