A Lumpy Bed

It’s always funny to me how a little thing can produce a huge memory.

Yesterday I put clean sheets on the beds and put the down comforters on the beds. Sometimes . . ok . . often, I take a nap in the afternoon and I do that in the downstairs bed and the only way to keep Oscar quiet is if he takes a nap with me. Sometimes he goes right to sleep and sometimes he doesn’t but I do; sometimes he wakes up before I do.

That’s when he starts chewing on the quilt on the bed.

Last time I looked closely, there were four holes in the quilt. At this point, it’s only on the binding and I could change that but, this quilt already had a hole in it that wasn’t caused by Oscar so we’ll just keep this one on the bed til he’s done with his chewing.

When I went to put the down comforter on, I thought . . I do not want him chewing on that so I decided to put it at the foot of the bed and instead of pulling it all the way up to the pillows, I’d fold it in half and only cover the bottom half of the bed. It’s our feet that usually get cold anyway.

Once I put the quilt on, it reminded me of my grandma’s lumpy beds.

My grandma had a feather mattress on the bed in the room where I slept and she always had probably five quilts on the bed in the winter. I’m not sure how it would work to sleep on a feather mattress now but as a child, I remember crawling into that bed and it felt like the mattress was hugging me. On those cold winter nights, my sister and I would try not to move all night because once our “spot” was warm, we didn’t want to move an inch and get into a cold spot.

Here, we won’t be sleeping on top of the lumpy covers but we’ll be under them, but I’m thankful for the memories that came to mind seeing those lumps.