Friday, October 25, 2013

Of Birds and Beds

One area of philosophical disagreement between Old Dog and myself is bed-making.

I'm of the pro-bed-making persuasion. I believe that beds should be tidied before one leaves the house. That way, if you die while you're out, everyone who comes to your wake will know you were a good housekeeper. Which, if you're dead, is really important. (Thanks, Mom, for raising me to be a total whack-job.)

Old Dog, on the other hand, is convinced that a) bed-making is an unnecessary activity and b) the sheets should be allowed to air out between snoozes. (That last was courtesy of Dr. Oz.)

Our compromise is that I wait till I return from the gym each morning to make up the bed.

On Tuesday, though, we had to leave the house at 5:30 a.m. for my brother's funeral in Sparta, TN. Not only us, but also my two sisters and two nephews and a grand-nephew who were here for my uncle's funeral. All utilizing two bathrooms. (I grew up with nine people sharing two baths. I have no idea how we managed that.) Anyway, I wound up running out the door with the bed unmade.

Fast forward to Wednesday afternoon, when I arrived home to evidence that a bird had somehow gotten into the house. I kept wiping up the spots (seriously, do those things just fly around and streaming guano like a jet trail?) and looking fearfully over my shoulder (because birds are rats with wings and they freak me out).

But I honestly didn't think too much about it till bedtime, when I entered the bedroom and discovered that our bird-visitor had interpreted the tumble of covers on the bed as a nest. In the center of the comforter were a mass of tiny feathers and several helpings of--you got it--bird shit.


Okay. I'm better now.

Anyway, proof-positive, in case you need it: BEDS SHOULD BE MADE EVERY DAY.

(Yes, you read correctly. We lost both my uncle and my brother in a very short span of time. Life on this planet really sucks sometimes.)


  1. Our friend, Dena, was kind enough to chase my cat down, during the power outage of Hurricane Ike to take her to the vet for a damaged paw. Unfortunately, she chased the cat into our black out room (for migraine) and had to capture the cat in pitch blackness. Once tagged and bagged, she discovered that the cat pooped EVERYWHERE while being chased. Fun times.

    So sorry for your losses, Jeanne. You deserve a hiatus from grief for a good long while. Love you!

  2. I think, by the time a bird has shat all over your bedroom, you probably need a complete change of linen whether you made the beds or not. But maybe I'm just a clean freak ;-)

  3. I'm with you....beds need to be made every day. The room just looks neater even if it is not dust free. The sheets are religiously changed every week cutting down on the need to air them out. Ha! However, my husband does not see the need to daily make the bed but could go with changing the sheets twice a week if I would go for it. NOT!

  4. I'm really sorry to hear of your loss. Please accept my condolences. And I'm with you on the bed thing, it's just some much more inviting at night to go to a made bed.

  5. We use a down comforter, so making the bed is always pretty simple. But I believe in fluffing the down pillows, and my hubby always leaves his tightly packed into a ball. He has no idea how often I save him from death by pillow-dwelling mites (or whatever) because I fluff his pillow regularly. :)

  6. I'm sorry for your loss. My thoughts are with you.

    As for bed making: I learned a LONG time ago to always make it in the morning. I used to be of the type that never made it until I found a spider in my sheets. And of course I didn't find it until AFTER I crawled into bed. Eeek!

    Yeah, I really HATE spiders!

  7. My sympathy Jeanne..too many losses so close together. I agree life sucks sometimes.

    Birds are crappy little guys...I bet you were disgusted:(

  8. Ack. I knew there was a reason I made my bed everyday. Shudder...


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