How the Bed Got Made

I wanted to take a shower, but I first looked at the news online.  It said a congressman had been arrested, but not why.  It said Putin had died, but there was a question mark behind that, so that is probably not true.  And it said the Royal Family has their little tiffs and spats, which is news to no one—even the fairies in Ireland have no doubt been bombarded with all of that. So, I gave up on the news to go and take my shower.

But, my husband was at the new desk and if I went into the home office right then, he could help me with some file drawers. I thought that would be quick, but the pens needed to be opened and struck across a page to see if they still, you know, worked.  And the old file headings no longer worked.  So, we tossed old pens and made new file headings.  And in the drawers, there were things that belonged elsewhere—a picture of my daughter, Heather, a brass picture hanger, old arrowheads (yep, found in Indiana when my husband’s neighbors dug gardens), old coins, and even a solar calculator. So, we worked with all of that before I could go and take a shower.

I was on my way to the bedroom and my phone signaled that I had texts. So, I paused, put on my glasses, and read that someone mailed a small package to a friend and it cost thirty-three dollars in postage, and that my granddaughter, Cora, was almost finished with the list of chores her mother left for her.  I also had a text with an address to send a card to a veteran who is going on a special flight to Washington, DC.  I answered the friend and Cora, and decided I would shower before getting into getting out a card.

I take my morning pill before I shower, so I went first to do that.  But looking for a glass, I found that the dishwasher was full. I emptied the dishwasher and took my pill.  

I turned for the bedroom to finally take my shower….and found my husband was using it. That is probably just as well, because I noticed the bed hasn’t been made, yet. But after I make the bed, I am going to take a shower…maybe.