This is what it looks like to stare over the edge of your bed at the mohair metallic yarn on the floor. It has been hard to get going on this project because a week after my grandma died, my grandpa died, too. We’ll call it true love. I mean, he only lasted a week without her. That is some serious girl power after 67 years of marriage.
This is what it looks like to see the red-wine stain on the slats of the bed frame from the time (before you quit drinking) you made a huge fucking mess. A bedside glass of wine seemed like such a classy idea. If this isn’t enough to get a person out of bed, I don’t know what is. Also a good reminder that drinking does not make life easier.
This is what your grandmother’s belongings look like on the piece of furniture you got when they had to move into a nursing home. Getting out of bed is worth it to remember this is in your hallway. Cool purses, right? And I found that photo of my brother and I in a drawer when we moved them out of their house. Don’t zoom in. It’s as bad as it looks: a wedding in the 80’s with brown suits and copper bridesmaid dresses.
This is the photo you find when you actually leave your house to help your mom make photo boards for your grandparents’ funeral. My Papa Conlin only wore that toupee a few times so I’m honored he donned it at my 4th birthday party in Dearborn, Mich.
There’s a moral to this story: It’s good to open your eyes to see what’s on the floor next to the bed. It’s good to find a reason to get out of bed. It’s good to leave the house to find what’s out there.
A clever writer might try to tie this back to knitting. My kitten is kneading on the metallic mohair so I guess I’m done for the night.