Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for April 26, 2020

That middle panel looks like the last IKEA I entered.

Sectional sofa recliners with mini fridges on little tables and giant tv’s. The best of all possible worlds.

While you’re wishing don’t forget to wish that no adults would scold you for jumping on the cushions.

Yes, Dill. And some of the sofas are recliners too!

You gotta have recliners. I won’t sit on anything else.

I like putting my feet on the coffee table.

Recliners scared me when I was their age. Too hard to get out of them. Guess I never completely recovered.

OK, so when I was about the age you see me in my avatar, my parents took me along to a furniture store in downtown Denver. It occupied several floors of an old building, and had something I’d never seen before: a freight elevator with a gate on the car rather than a door and a single lever to operate it. The combination of the old building and this somewhat hazardous conveyance (I was admonished to stand at the back of the car away from the open end) made this my favorite place to visit in town. How is a fascination for creepy old buildings something that seems innate in some people?

How religious cults are born. All she needs is a couple of putative golden plates inscribed in a language only she can translate.

I wonder if Dill’s brothers have incorporated a recliner into one of their trebuchets?

And a book about coffee tables that IS a coffee table.

Today Dill is an old adult in disguise.

She’d get tired of it pretty fast when she notices that the TV set is a cardboard fake.

And don’t forget the Ottoman Empire

The Furniture Jungle will have to be cleared to make way for the Forest Primeval!