On the Cusp of Change, and Going with What You've Got

I’m here to report that the jury is in and it was definitely worth it.  The sheets arrived Thursday afternoon.  I tossed them in the wash as I was on my way out the door to the soup kitchen.  By bedtime, my bed had undergone a make-over.  It’s hard to describe what a difference this relatively small change made. The word  “mechiah” immediately springs to mind:  it’s Yiddish for refreshing, literally giving life. The difference between these sheets and the newly retired ones is the difference between a luxury car and an old clunker.  It was worth staying married for thirty-four years just to get to this point.  Now, I know that I can make it until spring.  And if you don’t find that empowering, you haven’t lived through a Chicago winter!

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