This week I have worked almost half again as much as I worked last semester. I won't complain, I LOVE my job! (Plus money is always a positive thing, right?) My boss is quite possibly the sweetest lady ever.
Yesterday I showed up to work and she said "I believe today might feel like you're back at the inn today. She was right. I didn't clean, but I stripped and made up 3 beds in very short order.
I enjoy making beds. It's clean work, it allows me to stretch and use muscles usually left unused, and even though you start with an unruly pile of sheets, blankets and pillows in the end you have a beautiful bed (or at least the way I make them is beautiful).
Every time I finish a bed I have the same thought. I am transported back to Ms Reichl's senior AP English class. I loved that class, I loved reading and analyzing and writing about it. I loved looking for interesting parallels, and she was a phenomenal teacher.
One unit we covered was poetry, and as a part of that we had a segment on poetry performance. They apparently make poetry videos; like music videos, but with poetry rather than music. It was... interesting. There was one though that has stuck with me.
There was a woman who was a maid or a housekeeper or something like that. She performed the poem while she was making a bed, it was something about how boss lady say do this, boss lady say that. But her closing line is the one that has stuck with me. She said "Mama said if you make your bed, you have to lie in it. Lucky for me, I make a [darn] fine bed."
And so, after making beds all summer, and having occasional days of bed making at my current job, in addition to my own bed, I can echo her words.
"Lucky for me, I make a darn fine bed."
And never forget who taught you how to short sheet a bed! I think I taught you hospital corners also =) Nothing feels better than a freshly made bed with the sheets all tight and smooth...makes me want to go change my sheets, almost =)
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