The Point
Hello from sunny Stauffer Avenue. The neighborhood is quite quiet. It’s very unusual when chainsaws and lawnmowers take a break on a day that could bring an end to the jobs of the fall of 2026.
I have often heard the comment: it was the point of no return. Today, Dennis and I were at the point of no return in his bedroom. Yesterday had been a day of tidy, tidy in his room. When the last load of the clothes drier shut off in the afternoon . . . I kind of did also.
Last night, Dennis slept under his comforter with no flannel duet over it. Comforters filled with down and poly fill are generally sewn with the exterior of the baffles having a fine grade of cotton allowing for the comforter to easily slip into the duet. Yes, Dennis had the electric mattress pad with a setting of five on the display.
This forenoon, I began the point of no return on getting the rather heavy fluffy comforter stuck into the duet. Let’s hear it for YouTube! Two methods were watched. The burrito method’s concept was rolling the wrong side of the duet with the comforter and then rolling it all up, thus ending with it all hunky-dory, pulling it inside out. These very packed 36 baffle comforter was not going to roll anywhere up to resembling a burrito.
I chose having the wrong side of the duet lying flat tied to the four corners of the comforter . . . both lying flat. Hanging onto one of the tied corners, reaching in the duet’s opening until I could clutch the tied corner opposite and begin pulling, bringing the right side of the duet with the comforter out of the opening. That’s when Dennis’ strong arms came into play. This was done on both sides of the opening, pulling everything right side out.
There was a whole bunch of Dennis lofting the heft until it came down onto the top of his bed nice and orderly. Mission completion. All that remained was for me to close up the duet by buttoning up the plaket.
The use of the electric mattress pad can be stalled for a bit.
There is a reason that this task is done only twice a year. My hands and arms are still tingly. Too funny what can be gotten into, all in the guise of fall cleaning. Tomorrow’s task of wiping down the upper cabinets in the kitchen will be much gentler on the hands and arms.
With that I will take my leave. ♥