The other thing that marked yesterday was a change in position for me, both literally and in my mind. Not that the Sage has any idea of the significance of this, because it’s not as if it *matters* – but there’s some symbolism in there somewhere.
You see, for the past 33 years, I’ve always slept on the side of the bed nearest the door. I can’t remember which side I slept before, because it didn’t matter, but from the time that we had a child sleeping in another room, I’ve always been near enough to get out quickly in case of an emergency. It wasn’t always me who got up, by the way; the Sage took his turn when illness struck (a child wails and the first to wake rushes off to help) but ….. well, I suppose I saw the night watch as my responsibility.
I like moving the furniture around periodically. At one time, I used to do it frequently, and when the Sage worked full-time he never quite knew what he’d come back to. I’d edge a huge piece of furniture onto a bit of carpet to give me some purchase and heave it across the room, or into another room come to that; preferring to do it by myself so that I could try it out and see if it worked and if not, put it back so that I wouldn’t be a nuisance by bothering someone else with my whims. So the bed wasn’t always on the same wall, and the same side wasn’t always to the door. But, right or left, that was ‘my’ side, even when the children were grown up and gone.
This time, on moving the bed, I casually asked “which side?” and the Sage chose left, which is where he’d been already, and so now he sleeps by the door. And I’ve let go.
No big deal, really. Just thought I’d mention it.