Fought the Good Fight
I fought the good fight with feathers today. I dug out the feather comforter that I have had for a long time. With it came out the flannel duet cover that the comforter goes into much like a pillow case.
The feather duo didn’t seem to work with Dennis as Dennis equates weight with warmth.
Now that I am sleeping just a few feet away from Dennis in my own bed, I decided to get it out and see how it feels. Poking a double sized bed amount of feathers into the cover so all four corners indeed have feathers tucked in is quite the process. I got it done and time will tell if I stay warm enough with the comforter over a flannel sheet. So says the experts . . . my grandparents.
In my Grandmother Laura’s day all feathers from the duck and goose butchering were saved, washed and dried for just such a comforter as I have. The only feathers that were saved were feathers from the breast of the ducks and geese. The remaining feathers were too course. The wings were saved in tact and they were used as dusters. Hmm. I have lived in a wonderful time to have such sweet memories when transitions in day-to-day living were huge.
Physical therapy went well today. I believe in the treatment and I believe that God knows how much I have to look forward to. In visiting today with Mike, the end results were . . . you either fight like a banshee for good health or you roll yourself up in a ball and give in. Yup . . . you all know me so well. The second option . . . is NOT an option.