When you get to be our age (the 80's, for those who care) life becomes somehow more simple.
The Wisdomatics would have you believe otherwise.
They'd say things like "Do you have a will?" or "Who's going to take care of you?" or "What will you do if you have to go to a hospital?" or some blather like that.
But if, like us, you're in "fairly" good health and most of your bills are paid and you have an excellent family provider in the neighborhood, your cares become much smaller.
Like, "Damn, these chairs are uncomfortable!"
We bought them less than ten years ago but for some reason the padding on our derrieres seems to have thinned in that time.
They were patio chairs, part of what SWMBO insists is called a Bistro Set.
But they were metal, hard like steel, and the pads on them had ceased to provide comfort.
Plus the arm-rails were harder than they used to be.
Do you know what I mean?
So she began "researching".
(That's what she insists on calling "shopping.")
And she found some plastic Adirondack chairs at a local store and sent me to buy them.
Which I did.
But when they arrived, after a day or so of trying them, she found that not only are they difficult to drag these old bones out of, they were still a tad less than comfortable to our backsides.
So she "researched" some more and found some chair pads.
Which arrived today, delivered to our door, thank you very much, retailer.
And here, without further ado, though I have wasted much "ado" up until now, they are.
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