Beneath the Wraps

               It ’ s always such a big ordeal to take the sheets off the bed, wash them, and fit them back to the bed.  Yesterday I did five loads of wash – three which included bedding.  As I removed the bedspread and blankets from the bed, I noticed the television remote and had set it aside – on the chair I thought.  Only Roland couldn ’ t seem to find it and I thought I would have to spend the entire day looking for it as I could only think of two places where it would be – neither which it was.         This morning Roland was about to put his shoes on and found the remote had fallen into one of them.   Oh.   I had not put the remote in his shoe. I would have never thought to look for it there.   It must have fallen off the chair.   Weird.

          It’s rare that Roland will go to bed before I do.   It was quite the opposite when we first married, but for some reason he feels impelled to stay up and watch TV even though we have the capability of recording his programs. Sometimes I will hear him come in, but not always.   I am usually fast asleep before 10:00 although last night I was in bed playing on the kindle that Caroline had given me.   After he got in bed, I set the kindle aside.   I don’t even know what time it was. Earlier this morning Roland had evidently hit the remote button which caused his legs to rise in the air.   He doesn’t like that setting, but could not find the remote to undo it.   So we get up.   1:30 a.m.   Before he found it, I offered to trade him sides as I knew where the remote for my side of the bed was. But he eventually found it.            ...