This morning for some reason I climbed out of my warm, snuggly bed at 4:00 a.m., and decided this was the day and the time that I should make up the bed in the upstairs guest room, and then exchange the lamp on one of the bedside tables with the lamp on the bedside table downstairs.
Don’t ask me why, except that I wanted the two bedside lamps in the upstairs guest room to match, and they didn’t. One of the lamps was a sweet lamp from my mother, which she probably had as a wedding gift so many years ago. The other lamp was newer, a clear glass base filled with sea shells from Pensacola, Florida.
And so … I made up the bed upstairs, opened the window and noted the sun wasn’t even up yet. Where was my coffee, for Heaven’s sakes? Then I unplugged and carried the sea shell lamp downstairs … looked over the new ‘reading area’ we created in that bedroom yesterday, and delighted in the new look for this room … all a result of moving furniture around after my mother vacated her lovely apartment at Lilac Terrace, when she moved two weeks ago into the Assisted Living community of Parkway Village.
We gave away some furniture, putting it back into the Universe I tell myself, and then brought some of it home with us, and this is why we’ve been rearranging things to accommodate new furniture. It’s as if my mother’s spirit is more with us now, and I do like this. So … after changing around the lamps (and I do like the lamps here they are so much better now), I decided we needed a book beside the new chair and lamp in the bedroom downstairs.
And that sent me to the book case in the family room, where I had a bit of nostalgia looking through the books there – finding the text book I taught English Composition and Technical Writing from some 25 years ago. Not only was this a lesson in nostalgia, I found a page from a church bulletin in this book, and have no idea why, but the topic was – God’s Plan For My Life. Well, Dennis and I can certainly both use a bit of this wisdom now.
Then I came to The Teo of Pooh, which enchanted me all over again. I sat down then and there and read through almost the entire book. By then it was nearly 5 a.m., and I had to laugh wondering what Dennis would think if he found me downstairs, lights blazing, and reading a long-forgotten book at 5 a.m. on a Monday morning. It makes me laugh, but also makes me want to begin meditating daily, like Pooh, who sat beside he tree in the enchanted forest, thought about nothing in his childlike attitude, and then went for a spot of honey. What, really, can be better than the life of Pooh?
Of course this is the book I laid on the dresser next to the newly-placed ‘reading’ chair in the bedroom downstairs. I always did like to provide a place for house guests to escape from our noisy world for a little reading and relaxation. On the other side of the bed is my favorite book of short stories, The blue Bedroom, by Rosamund Pilcher.
On really energetic days I ponder the idea of creating a Bed and Breakfast Inn. Not sure I’ll ever do that, but if I do, I’ll call it the Red Rooster B and B. Of course then I really would be up at 4 a.m. just about every single day, changing beds, tidying bathrooms, cooking up scrumptious breakfast meals, planning afternoon wine and cheese events … readings, perhaps? Or maybe I’ll just write a book about it. How does Prudy Parker sound for a character’s name? She, of course, would fall in love with a wonderful gentleman named Paul something-or-other. And so it goes.
Obviously I need to read The Teo of Pooh a little more, and remember to be more like Pooh, who made an art of doing absolutely nothing . Not opening a B and B, and not writing a book. Pooh was just able to be Pooh, and love being exactly what he was – a bear in an enchanted forest, with lots of friends and an unending supply of honey.