The old loveseat was 14 years old. It seemed we bought it more recently than that. But if I think about it, I’d realize how much has happened during these years. Garry and I have grown old on the old loveseat. It had collapsed on both ends, so we were both sitting at a weird angle. Not helping our backs any. I never thought, when I ordered it, we’d be in such a financial pickle but it needed replacing.

This morning, just as I was brushing my teeth, I heard that “beep beep beep” of a truck backing down the driveway. There they were. First step was to remove the old loveseat which had at least an entire dog’s worth of hair under it. Surprisingly, not much else except a few pens and Duke’s yellow squeaky tennis ball. I had the broom and pan ready, with the hand vac and the big vac off to one side. We must have cleaned relatively recently because 14 years of dirt would have been much worse. Probably when I had the house cleaned a few times in the past year and I know while looking for missing object, we moved the sofa.

So here I am, sitting on the new loveseat that looks exactly like the old loveseat except for its color which is brown rather than red. Although we’ve only had it a few hours, there are patches of white Duke-hair on it. That’s just part of the experience, I suppose. Soon it will have bits of food, human and dog. Crumbs. Bits of chips. Little sticky places where some jelly fell or a muffin. New — until it grows old.

We grew old on its predecessor and we will grow older on the new one.

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