I spent some time in a hotel this weekend thinking about creature comforts. A white robe was laid out for me on the bed, with white sheets, white on white striped coverlet, white pillows piled in impossible mounds. I tossed pillows around to maximize my perfect reading nest with a view of the sun setting in the west. Ohmmmm….
My girlfriend and I took a road trip over a couple of states to meet with friends, attend lectures, and enjoy a Halloween party. Unfortunately, I fell asleep before the party because my nest in the fluffy white linens and pillows was a little TOO comfortable. Oops. So much for drunken carousing and dancing. I got up in the morning with an uncharacteristic smile and jumped when the elevator went down on the way to breakfast.
In case you haven’t done that, jumping at the moment when the elevator goes down makes you weightless for a second or so.
I had a broccoli quiche and bacon and a Pepsi -- things I would never normally have for breakfast, especially since I don’t normally bother with breakfast. A man gave me a blue balloon swan and spoke to me in a Nashville accent. He was going on about people’s attitudes towards clowns in a generally confrontational way, and I thought about Grandpa’s central Tennessee accent and the comfort I feel surrounded by words with extra inflections. I smiled at the ill-natured clown and he chose to rant to someone else at the table instead while I talked to a Libertarian.
The drive to and from this little outing was an opportunity to talk myself out about various things that have been eating at me lately. I’ve always considered it my job to be companionable as a passenger and keep the driver alert while we looked at corn fields and fall leaves on the trees. I’ve known that I’ve been stressed lately, but I didn’t really pay attention to how badly I needed to relate all of my various stresses until my sweet girlfriend encouraged me to talk so much. Once I got it all out, I didn’t think about it anymore throughout the weekend. Done. Discussed. Type up the minutes and put it in a file to be forgotten.
It wasn’t a cheap weekend, and I don’t feel like looking at the bills. Whatever the total, it was necessary. We need creature comforts. We need to have someone hear our feelings. We need to look at fall leaves and corn fields too. Or maybe it’s just as simple as we need to step away from our lives once in a while to gain a little perspective in a room that’s spectacularly white and clean, where we don’t have to do the laundry.
I’m late for posting this week, but I think you can see I had an excellent reason, with an excellent reason to lazily post a quick layout I did a long time ago. No excuses, it’s just the easiest “creature” I can come up with unless you’d like me to post a picture of white for all the white linens. And sorry, even though I had my camera this weekend, I didn’t take a single picture of any of it. I wasn’t going to do ANYthing useful, even for blogging this weekend.