Five months ago, Sophia was in New York working and I was lonely. To ease my pain, many of you sent me photos of your beds. Deannie, the writer of “Home is Where the Heart Is” told me that she wanted to send me a photo, but she didn’t have her own bed. She promised to send me a photo once she got her condo and bought a bed.
Yesterday, I received a photo of Deannie’s bed. Nothing impresses me more than someone who keeps a promise.
From what I gather, this is actually the wrong bed that was delivered to her home, but she decided to keep in “instead of going through all the hassle of the exchange process.”
I, for one, like the bed. It is very antique-looking, like something you might see in an old house in Vermont. I especially like the elaborate headboard.
Now, as the rabbis of yore used to do, I would like to recite the tradtional blessing for a new bed:
“Deannie, may this bed bring you much joy. May you have many a restful night as you sleep soundly in this cozy and warm bed. May you have pleasant dreams and wake up refreshed from your nights sleeping in this wonderful new bed. And may you have many memorable nights @%#@** against the elaborate headboard.”
Update: Next time I am alone, I won’t be needing your bed photos, thanks to my new sheet and pillow case combo. (thanks, Dagny!)
P.S. — I’m also doing my first “guest-blogging” stint at No Pasa Nada. So, for one day you can call me Heather!