Lately I've noticed that freshly washed sheets on my bed seem to be more effective than any sleep medication on earth. Is this just me? For some reason I find that even when I go to sleep in turmoil, my mind racing, unmet obligations stacked up to my ears...I still wake up recalling nothing after turning out my bedside lamp. The problem is that I wake up feeling as though I've chugged an entire bottle of Nyquil.
I'm pretty sure that my bed felt more comfortable than it ever has before this morning. Comfortable enough for me to hit the snooze button and drowsily ponder the above...as well as a few other things.
Just thought I'd share a few recent observations...maybe SOME of them will be a little more significant than my deep thoughts on clean sheets.
1. It is entirely possible to fall in love and have a great relationship (for awhile, at least) with someone you still think is amazing but who you are not going to be able to stay with long term because of practical considerations (timing, finances, geography). This is a really scary observation for me, but one I had to learn I guess.
2. Anyone driving around Mississippi at this time of year with a shiny clean car has clearly just thrown away precious money or time. Just chill out and drive around in a dusty green pollen-coated car like the rest of us for a few weeks.
3. Speaking of cars...what happened to the days when someone at least waved or smiled when you let them pull into a line of traffic or cut through? Today I stopped to let a female student pull in front of me to enter a parking lot and watched in annoyance as she continued to gab into her cell phone without ever acknowledging my existence.
4. First observation: if you live in the South and don't know who Dixie Carter or Julia Sugarbaker is, you've clearly been in a coma since the late 80s. Second: I associate watching Designing Women as a young girl with the first time I remember feeling fiercely proud to be a gracious, opinionated, witty, loving, terrifying, smart and crazy Southern female. As I suspect most little girls do, I was incapable of watching any television show or movie without calling dibs on which character I would be. I'd mostly grown out of this by the time Designing Women came on the air, but from the first episode I watched I knew, without a doubt, that I wanted to be Julia. The woman who played her clearly wasn't all that different in real life, and with her passing we have lost a great example of what it means to be a Southern Lady. That term is often reduced to a negative cliche, but I think she serves as a prime example of what it really means...after all, only in the South can a lady get away with telling someone "I find you rude, lazy, horny, and dumb." We will miss you, Ms. Carter.
