It's that time of year again. Actually, it's one of several times—mid-summer, harvest moons, the first few fire-lit evenings of fall, every night my Christmas tree is up, early spring—when I end up sleeping on the sofa every night til my hips and neck won't take it anymore.
My living room sofa was built for looks, not for comfort. Never meant to be a bed, the center of its single goose-down cushion has permanently assumed the shape of my rear end. No amount of fluffing and stuffing puts it right again, and it gets worse every time I settle into the sag.
I know I should drag myself 15 feet more to my actual bedroom, and most of the year I do. But I cannot walk away from the big windows when the the silhouettes of the trees dance in the breeze, accompanied by the bass rhythm of bullfrogs and the lead guitar of tree peepers. When moonlight frosts the wings of geese and glows from the edge of every ripple, I just can't let it go.
A few more minutes, I think. I'll watch just a few more minutes. Like "one more kiss" making out with a new love, one becomes two becomes twelve dozen, and I wake with my hips two inches lower into the misshapen cushion and a bendy straw neck even Extra-strength Advil won't uncurl.
It may play hell with these old bones, but it sure soothes my soul. A pretty fair trade, I guess.
4 comments:
I once heard a comedian say that he owned a nine-bedroom house...never mind that one of his bedrooms had an oven in it, and another had a toilet and shower.
It's your house, and yours alone...why not reconfigure so that your bedroom is the wonderful space with the view of the pond?
My friend Jim and I agreed the other day...getting old sux.Don't worry, though, the stiffness will be gone by the time you go to sleep tonight.
I, too, would rather have a soothed soul than a comfortable body!
I say sleep on the sofa and then drag your bones to a massage therapist once a week to make them happy.
Take a picture of that view for me, wouldja?
I say buy yourself a sofa bed or a futon!
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