I can’t believe I was ever naive enough to think, when I moved in with Alan, “I’m so glad this is happening. Now I’ll only have to make the bed every other day.”
Alan, like lots of people, thinks of bed-making as the ultimate Sisyphean task: What’s the point in doing it when you’ll have to do it again tomorrow? Whereas I believe even a spotlessly clean room looks dirty if there’s an unmade bed in it. (Unless it’s occupied by someone.)
My mother insisted I make my bed every day, and I remember what a pain it was in the time of chenille bedspreads and other troublesome fabrics. You had to get everything smooth underneath, then bring up the spread and laboriously tuck it under the pillow. It looked neat until someone sat on it, sometimes moments later.
Then came the era of the down comforter, an unheard-of luxury in my youth. Then came the fiberfill comforter, for the allergic. We all learned what a “duvet” is. Bed-making is now a matter of yanking up the sheets, then yanking up the duvet, which fluffs itself up and settles back down, not precisely straight but that’s OK, that’s the point. If you have any sort of technique at all, you can make a bed in a matter of seconds. No, I don’t truck in sham pillows and accent pillows and all the rest of that crap. Yank, yank, position pillows, done.
So of course, no one in my house will do it. I can occasionally threaten Kate into compliance, but she is her father’s daughter.
All of which is to say that I just washed the duvet cover and had to put it back on — ALWAYS IT’S ME, WHO DOES THESE THINGS — and thought this must be the only part of bed-making any more that’s difficult.
Do you make your bed? Why or why not?
And how was your weekend? The rain let up and the heat moved in. I did a little yard work until I got dizzy. Walked the dog. Rode a fast 15-miler. Baked a cherry pie, grilled a pork tenderloin. Basked in the glory of summer.
And I do not have any specific thoughts on the Zimmerman trial. Like Eric Zorn, I see enough ambiguity in the evidence that I find reasonable doubt a disappointing, but understandable, conclusion. What I mostly believe is that we’re headed for another round of culture warrin’, and I’m not looking forward to that. I also think so-called stand-your-ground laws need a thorough rethinking. (And yes, I understand this wasn’t part of the defense.) I hate the idea that someone who considers himself a neighborhood guardian goes out armed with a weapon loaded with hollow-point bullets.
The worst of all is, there’s a huge part of the country that looks at the death of an unarmed teenager and shrugs.
We could talk about the breathless NYT story on campus hook-up culture.
Or we could all chuckle over Hank Stuever’s very clever pairing of “The Newsroom” and “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo” in his Sunday column.
Busy week ahead. Enjoy yours.