I should, no doubt, have given you my view of stools and stool time in an earlier edition, but with a weekly column, it is never too late.
Stools, and the rooms that house them, form the foundation for something you must do and largely look forward to doing.
Architecturally, stools have evolved from utilitarian sameness, where one size fits all, and surged into the modern era with contoured, cushioned enhancements and award winning design, encouraging longer use.
Most men meditate – read – strategize. I have always done my best thinking from the stool. While the number of stools per household has increased at a rate approaching telephones and television, conventional mores make any discussion, save your decorator, taboo.
In many respects, stools are like condoms – an essential part of our lives but a bit of an under-the-counter commodity. Like condoms they come in a startling variety of colors, shapes, materials, and prices. While they all work essentially the same way, the magnitude of U.S. investment in all the fixtures which surround the stool exceeds the GNP of most nations.
Rarely do American households have fewer than three stools and often boast a stool to user ratio of 2 and 3 to 1. It is comforting to know you have options. Be it bathroom, lavatory, powder room, toilet, John, or comfort station, like the kitchen a destination location and one which offers tranquility and release.
While we largely live as two today in our lakefront apartment, we have four available stools – no lake view – but a nice mix of moods and thought starters.
I like to think of this column as reflecting a “man on the street” point of view as it deals with ordinary things that actually happen to most of us.
Perhaps as a result of reading this, you will view your time off the street and on the stool a little differently. At the very least, smile.