Bedding

I have a morning routine. I get up and out of bed. The next thing I do is make my bed. I straighten out the sheets, neatly pull the covers straight and place my throw pillows on it. This takes about one minute. I actually timed it one day and I did it in 56 seconds. We were discussing our housekeeping tips in work a few weeks ago and my bookkeeper said that she never makes her bed. She leaves the covers balled up however they were when she got up. I asked why she would do that. She responded that it was healthier to leave a bed unmade. She believes that whatever bugs that lurk in your mattress will leave in the morning. If you make the bed they are trapped. I looked at her, dumbfounded. I asked her where she learned of this. She could not remember. It was the most ridiculous statement that I ever heard. This was from someone that smokes cigarettes and has the fake glue nails adhered to her fingers for 20 years without removing them from her nails to breathe.

In The Shadows

Last night I was driving to my son's house. It was 5:15pm and already dark out. As I turned onto his block, I vaguely saw a shadow. A young woman in her thirties was walking in the street at a vigorous pace, wearing headphones. I almost did not see her. If I did not see her, would anyone else? I slowly rode up along side of her and she still was unaware that I was there. I pulled down my window and honked my horn. For a second she was startled. I told her that she was not visible on the roadway and could be hit by a car. She was wearing all black. She thought for a second and then thanked me for the warning. She said she did not think about her dark clothing when she went out to walk. She thanked me a few more times and went onto the sidewalk to continue her walk.

The Clicker

Usually noises do not annoy me. Lately for some reason one type of noise irritates me. That noise is the clicking of the computer's mouse. Two people that I spend most of my time with are incessant clickers. My receptionist at work and my husband have clicking issues. When I am in a room with either of them and they are using the computer, all I hear is click, click, click, bang, click. The bang comes in between the clicks, when the computer does not move fast enough. They both do not realize that if you click on something ten times, all it does is confuse the computer. Ten clicks on one option does not mean the computer will move ten times faster. Neither of them knows how to use the scroll button. Instead of smoothly scrolling down the page, they would rather make unnecessary noise. I have commented on their annoying clicking and banging but they both give me a blank stare. It is a good thing that both of their mouses are attached by a wire. If they were WiFi mouses, I would have thrown them out of the window.

Pillow Talk

I did something this morning and I feel guilty. I ripped the tag off of my pillow. The tag says, "Under penalty of law this tag not to be removed except by the consumer". I want to know what law. Where in the penal code is the law that deals with pillows? If there is a law, why? What makes a pillow more important than a sheet? Or a toothbrush? Who decided that the pillow is sacred? I want to research this question to know the rationale. I think that the law also applies to mattresses. Maybe it is called the "bedding law". I am holding on to the tag just in case the pillow police come knocking on my door. I can always sew it back on.

The Poser

Today in work, I will be the poser. We have been working on a new website for a year and although we keep taking pictures to post, they are never good. People's eyes are going different ways. Their hands are flying. People with hair look bald. My assignment today is to take each person into their office and pose them to look like a professional head shot. Then I will need to set up a group shot that looks like they are in a meeting setting. Hopefully I will look so busy that no one will notice that I did not have a picture taken of myself.

Worriers

As the years pass, my parents worry less about things but I worry more. They have become like college students with the "whatever" mentality. I worried all day yesterday as they were traveling to Florida. I worried when they were at the airport and not at the gate until 5 minutes before the flight boarded. They said that they were going to be at the gate on time. They were. I worried until I saw the flight land. I waited for a phone call from them saying they were safe. I waited and waited and waited. No call. Finally after 6 hours, I called. They were in their apartment, unpacking. I asked why they did not call? They said they never realized they needed to.

Migration

It is the time of year for a special type of bird to migrate down south. The elusive snowbirds are gearing up and they will arrive a few at a time in their native land of Florida. Some will fly and some will drive. Others will go by train. Today, my two snowbirds are flying away. It has been a stressful week as packing up is never easy. Add that to a bad cold and things are even harder. Their car left on Saturday and will make the trip with other cars like itself. They will be reunited with their owners in a few days.Today I will be a clock watcher. I will chart the time of departure, time of arrival and time of safe drop off at their home.