Over Afternoon Tea

Tea is not only a drink but a ritual over which people have been relaxing, talking, and catching up on each other's lives for centuries. This blog is intended to serve as a virtual cup of tea, helping me keep in touch with friends and family in my physical absence.

Men and Women, Part I

"Help me pull the covers up straight, so they don't lie on the floor," he urged.
It was fifteen minutes past bedtime, and after finally giving up fiddling with the computer, my husband had joined me in the bedroom, and wanted to make the bed, with us in it.
"Why," I asked, not helping, because I knew I would inevitably pull the covers a millimeter too far to the right and cause more trouble than I eliminated, "do you want to make the bed at night, when you never make it during the day?"
He laughed his sheepish laugh, but kept tugging the covers neatly into place, off the floor, where we will not walk on them in case we decide to engage in sleep-walking. Off the floor, that is, at least until half an hour into the night, when my aggressive sleeping habits (picked up during some ten years of sleeping with a sister and fighting over the covers even in our sleep--she particularly had a deadlock grip that did not abate just because she was unconscious) will ensure that not much is where it started.
This is the difference between men and women: men have a good idea, and apply it. Apply it, in fact, directly. Good idea: make the bed. Application: now. Make bed now. With wife in it. Ugh. Good.