Our family Thanksgiving celebrations generally include some fair measure of making fun of me. Mostly, I am razzed on the topic of my absolute conservatism and unwillingness to change my personal habits and personal preferences. This year was no different.
I have lived in the same house in Santa Cruz for exactly forty years, and the bed in which my wife and I sleep was purchased at a used furniture shop about two blocks away, and carried by hand to the recently purchased house. Nothing has changed in those forty years (except now we have more books).
This year, I was savaged by family members, and particularly by my daughter, who sleeps on a bed the size of a football field, for my unwillingness to consider "moving up" to what all seemed to agree would be a more commodious sleeping arrangement. A bigger bed would be a better bed. That was the implicit assumption underlying the conversation.
Check the image and judge for yourselves. In this, as in so many other areas, I believe that "bigger is not better."
Thursday, December 1, 2011
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