August 15, 2013 - Making the bed

Since I retired my wife insists

on making the bed together every day.

I guess I was at work when all this excitement

happened before. We fluff and straighten

the pillows, aligned but not touching. 

Sheets tight and tucked, folded over at the top. 

All equally distributed side to side. 

(She cannot think until the bed is made!)

Then she calls me an amateur when I

walk away before she has taken the final

measurements.  “This is not boot camp,”

I whisper to myself.  But by then

the kettle is whistling, the freshly

ground coffee requesting submergence.