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TITLE (EDIT)
The Bed |
DESCRIPTION
The author gains appreciation for the consistency brought to his life by an inanimate object
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TITLE KEYWORD
Self-Help |
AUTHOR
Danny I. Spitler |
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
-I am a successful business executive who is finally returning to writing after giving it up in College to pursue a business career. I travel extensively, hike, golf, and scuba dive. I live with Pam, my loving companion and fellow traveler.
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The Bed
Danny I. Spitler
My bed is unusual. Its frame is a dark stained wood. I am not sure of the species, perhaps walnut or pecan. It is like a canopy bed without the canopy. It is like sleeping in a large box that is open on all sides. It is an Eastern king size which is wider and shorter than the California king. Since I am vertically challenged the extra length of the California king would be wasted on me.
I suspect that this bed could easily accommodate mirrors across the top rails. A while back, I received mild encouragement for this idea from someone who shared my bed one night. But she was one who was very proud of her body (and rightfully so). However, the inclination has not been strong enough to push me into any serious action along these lines. The “handyman” aspects of such a project is unappealing, and, I suspect that, a future companion may not share the same enthusiasm for the visual.
My bed has been with me for a long time, probably close to twenty years. I can’t even remember exactly when it was purchased. I suspect I could search through the archives of my financial records and locate a date. I doubt if my curiosity is strong enough to justify such an exercise. Still, I am surprised that I cannot remember when, where, or the circumstances surrounding its purchase.
It was one of two large pieces of furniture that was placed on my side of the ledger at the end of the first marriage, and it was disassembled and reassembled a few times as I moved from house to apartment, to condo, to house. During one of those moves the original mattress set was replaced by a terribly expensive, very high quality mattress and box springs. A bit of a gift to myself in anticipation that the bed would be much better utilized than it had been during the marriage.
Two years after the divorce I remarried, and contributed my sole and separate bed into, what was to become, a large inventory of community property. We shared the bed during some lean years, but for many reasons, none of which need to be delved into here, it was almost totally a place of sleep and nothing else. In 1990 we purchased a beautiful mountain retreat and sent my bed to the cool country of northeast Arizona where it would spend long lonely winters and would provide a familiar comfortable slumber during my weekend visits each summer. It fit perfectly into the bedroom of the mountainside house with its high ceilings, and I always enjoyed walking into the comfortably decorated room and seeing it there.
Last year, after several mind wrenching months of marital “reanalysis”, I jumped in my car one day, and tried to run away from it all. I drove north and east for 4 hours. I walked into the cozy mountain home and tried to find some comfort and solace in the aloneness. I crawled into “my” bed, and, for some reason, tried to sleep on “her” side. Sleep was impossible. I replayed the last few weeks over and over trying to find answers and only finding anguish. Somewhere in the early morning hours I made the decision, and I sat in the middle of the bed with pen and paper in hand and wrote her a letter accepting her decision to leave and wishing her well.
Once again my bed became “sole and separate” property and was called out of retirement. It was disassembled once again, hauled down the mountain, and placed back into the active service of its grateful owner. My new house closed escrow the day before I left for an “around the world” trip, and, while I was traveling, a friend reassembled my bed for me in its new home. On the night I returned from the last leg of the trip (Riyadh-London-Dallas-Phoenix), I pulled back the bedspread and sheet and crawled into a most unfamiliar part of my bed..…….DEAD CENTER.
During the past two years of living alone, and exploring new experiences, I have developed a greater appreciation for those things constant. Little things perhaps.
Things that “ground” with a history and a reminder of who you are, where you have been, and what you have done. Like an old bed. One that has always stood solidly in place while the circumstances of its owner moved, shifted, ascended, descended and ascended again.
I do like crawling into my comfortable old bed every night. It may have a few nicks and dings. It is showing its age a bit, but then……so is its owner. And, like its owner, I am sure it has a lot of great years left.
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COPYRIGHT NOTICE
© 1998 Danny I. Spitler |
STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE
October 2000 |
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