Thursday, July 28, 2011

Ode to a Mattrress

I got my bed today! I rented a U-Haul van--not a truck because it rains all the time and unpredictably--and my roommate helped me move the bed. I felt like a goon because I forgot to bring the money to pay the woman for the mattress so I left my roommate there and luckily there was a bank two blocks away and the woman was really nice. With a really awesome dog. I love her dog. And her cute little house in the Garden District!

Whew. The mattress move went pretty quick and easy. I cut myself on a boxspring staple and then got a bloody partial handprint on the mattress before I noticed.

I was going to take a picture of my new, great, terrific bed all made up and I started to put my sheets on and they don't fit. Oy. I thought they would because I bought these sheets sophomore year and I'm pretty sure that was a queen size bed, but this mattress might me thicker? I don't know. But I cannot get the sheet to stretch to the fourth corner. Now I have to decide what look I want for my bedding. It's going to be a whole big thing.

When every seasons starts, every year, I declare "Spring is my favorite season!" followed in three months by "Summer is my favorite season!" all year long, forever and ever. I think it's good that I don't actually have a favorite season but instead of saying "I don't have a favorite" and sincerely declare them each my favorite until the next one comes along.

Right now the reason summer is my favorite, though, is because of the summer foods. Summer really does get the best foods--except for pumpkin in the fall--and I try to eat as much of them as possible because they're just not as good any other time of the year. I love peaches and fresh corn the most, I think. I had three peaches one the edge so I cut them up and put them in the fridge for the right moment. Which was after dragging the mattress through the house into my room by myself. And I had probably about two peaches worth of peach covered in heavy cream. Delicious. I love peaches and I love cream and I love that together they make a delightful food.

I'm pretty happy right now.


  1. When I was a child, summer was my favorite season: no school, baseball, fireflies... When I had become a young adult, winter became my favorite season--I loved being out in snowstorms and walking for miles in them. The older I get, though, summer becomes my love again. I fear that my loss of love for winter is due to increasing age and waning essential energy. I hope not, but I suspect that. As I approach this winter, I hope to have myself in a psychological place where I make this most out of winter's gifts. For now, I'm going to revel in the warmth.

    I'd love to be able to declare each season my favorite when in that season and mean it. Wouldn't that be ideal?

  2. Oh! Congrats on the mattress!

  3. It's funny, because I do mean it. Jaime made fun of me for it because she heard me do it every year. I'm already getting excited for fall and winter! I think fall is pretty and I love the way the air smells, and winter is so cozy and cheery. And it's just awesome to see the cycles so consistent and unchanging.