I have never seen it other than in Moore, Hoke and Cumberland counties. But I have a suspicion that it takes place farther South, and maybe even in the North at times. To me, it is a very humorous sight.
It is people sitting in their lawn chairs in their garages or outside their houses somewhere, watching the world go by and contemplating their navels. I can name four neighbors who do this. It really tickles me because the folks who practice this form of relaxation and retirement never seem to have a book, newspaper, or even an adult beverage, or anything else to occupy them as they while away the time.
Watching cars and squirrels and occasional walking neighbors go by is the essence of lawn-chair garage sitting. But there is still something unusual about these homebody curiosity seekers.
First of all, how can they just sit there with nothing to do, watching for something to happen? A car, a walker, runner or bird, rabbit and in some cases deer making their way through the property or traveling along the street.
If I joined the lawn-chair garage sitters, I would be facing the lot next door with nothing in sight but trees and more trees. I can relax with the best of them, but sitting and watching from my garage with no other written materials would be like a sleeping pill as I would soon drop off in an outdoor reverie. We’ve had deer, foxes and rabbits meander around our house at times.
So maybe I should start garage sitting to wait for them in daylight. Or instead of the garage I might move my lawn chair onto my front porch. The problem with that is the cul-de-sac where we live attracts very few persons, animals or cars, daily.
Some lawn-chair garage sitters have friends or spouses with them as they stare into space. But I don’t see any conversation taking place. One couple around the corner have moved out of their garage and sit conspicuously in front of their house on a bench. They always wave when I go by.
Maybe lawn-chair garage sitters have invented a new kind of yoga. Being silent and alone in a garage or yard can bear some fruitful results. The refreshing outcomes of such can be reinvigorating. The key is not to worry when you’re garage sitting.
Akin to lawn-chair garage sitting is porch swinging, which seems to have gone by the wayside. Not many houses in the Sandhills have porch swings. The thing about porch swings is that you are in motion during your sitting spell, and the back-and-forth movement can really enhance relaxation.
A couple of other relatives of lawn-chair garage sitting are hammocks and rocking chairs. Rocking chairs are indigenous to the South. You see them all over, including the Charlotte airport.
Hammocks are plentiful in this and other Southern areas, especially at homes on golf courses. But in all my years here, I have never witnessed anyone swaying away in a hammock. I think the owners put them in their backyards just for show and to send out a message that they are cool and relaxed — similar to welcome signs and mats. (One of the meanest persons I know hangs a welcome sign near his house.)
I admire lawn-chair garage sitters and envy the peace of mind they experience from doing so. But just give me a good book or TV program to while away the time.