Meet in the Middle

We need a new mattress, but hubby likes the current one and doesn’t see the reason for a change.

 

For me, the thing sinks a trifle in the midsection.

 

The one we sleep on has aged, but it doesn’t matter. We soon indent each new mattress.

 

We aren't large people, but we enjoy sleeping side-by-side....in the interior of the bed. We move toward each other until we meet.

 

One recent night, as sleep eluded me, I thought about our midpoint location and decided the middle is good stuff.

 

Sleeping in the center and touching your loved one during the night brings a treasured closeness.  You can't stay mad at a spouse if you continue to touch him/her in the bed, and contact with your partner brings security to both of you. 

If the two of you don’t sleep on your side in a spooning position, hold hands as you sleep on your backs. Place your toes together. Touch in some way and stay joined.

 

Uh-oh!  Angry, you say? You don't want contact?

Here's my thought. Don't cling to the outer edges of a bed—that won’t solve an anger issue, but meet at the midpoint. Linking bodies together can melt a cold heart and disolve a lot of wrath.  It’s a good way to warm cold feet, too.

 

Oh sure! I know some nights are too sweltering to be close, and those darn hot flashes surprise us at odd times. Scootch away until a normal temperature returns, and then move back to your traditional spot.

 

Relationships are built on people reaching a common ground.  Compromise. Each person gives in a little to the other. The bedroom is a good place to start.

 

Not long ago, someone asked me the secret to a long-term marriage. I replied, “Meet in the middle.”  The lady raised her brows as she thought about my response.  I went on to explain how I believe sharing the middle of the bed keeps one feeling cherished.

 

And then I said, there will be disagreements over money, kids, jobs, in-laws, etc, but solutions can be found.

 

 In bed, and in life, try the middle.

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Chatting with Gay at the Window.

 

I love my new closet.

Before I became a writer, I enjoyed work as a designer/decorator. I called forth my design skills; drew up this delightul room, and built it onto the back of the house. The closet adjoins the bathroom. When I am dressed, I open the blinds and enjoy the backyard.

This room has a lot of light. When I decided to chat with you on YouTube, I thought this was a good place to video.  It's quiet in here, too.

I could close the door to this room and cry if I wanted to.

Somedays I feel like shedding tears. How about you?

So far, my chats have been about positive things, and we haven't let tears of sorrow escape our eyes. 

I'm new at the video thing, so I'm learning as I go. I hope you'll join me and comment. I think that would be so much fun!

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Who Helps Who?

 

I accompanied my hubby to his doctor's appointment. As we were leaving, I noticed a senior citizen smiling at me, and I walked over to visit. I'd seen her upstairs earlier. 

The elder lady sat in her wheelchair. She had no legs.  Using public transporation, she had brought herself for a checkup.

She said, "You know, I used to be able to do more for myself, but it is getting harder these days. I can't bend over like I once did. Picking up stuff is difficult."

I replied, "Do you have a husband and children?"

"I'm a widow. I have two sons, but one died."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Does your other son live close to you?" I'm thinking he must reside out-of-state.

"Yes, he lives on my property in the house behind me."

I'm trying to be polite as this dear lady confides in me. We don't have much time because the valet is about to bring our car.

"So your son can help you at times, right?"

She smiles. "Sometimes."  And then she adds, "my grandson lives with me."

Hmm. I'm thinking this grandson must be a young child since the lady needs help picking up stuff.

"My grandson is 24."

I hope my eyes didn't bug out and show too much surprise. "Doesn't he help you?"

"He sleeps a lot."

I nod. "He must work at night."

"No, no, he doesn't have a job."

Okay, by now, my ire is rising. This lady needs attention, and her nearby family seems to ignore her.

"I hope these two guys pay you rent." (I'm known for being direct. Diplomatic, I'm not.)

There's that Mona Lisa smile again. "No, they don't."

"How do you financially get by?" (Didn't I tell you I'm direct?)

"We live off my husband's income."

This lady wants to talk, but I know I'm running out of time, and I also know I'll probably say something negative about men who don't subsidize needs.

"I'm glad you have a means to support yourself."

I say this as I think about two grown men who make no financial contribution to the household. I'm guessing this family is rich, but if they are rich, why didn't one bring her in his vehicle? On the other hand, the men might be grifters, or just plain old lazy bums. The woman says they don't physically help her.  

By this time, our car has arrived and hubby is motioning me to hurry up.

I wish the lady well and get into our vehicle. As we drive away, she is still waiting for the public transporation.

Now I ask you this question. Who is at fault here? The senior citizen? She didn't teach her son or grandson to be respectful? She doesn't make them pay rent? She provides food and shelter for them and is still raising them?

How about the adult son and grown grandson? Neither one has a job, lives off her income, and doesn't help? Are they ignoring their teaching? Just being lazy? 

Who helps who?

My heart goes out to the lady. I hope her male offspring do more for her than she indicated in our brief conversation.

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