When I was little, I loved John Denver (come on, admit it, you did too). One of my favorite songs was Grandma’s Feather Bed. In this song, he describes, in a whimsical way, the fondness he had for this great big bed at Grandma’s house. My favorite lyrics were as follows…

It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese, took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

Well Andrea and I bought a California King size mattress and it arrived a few days ago. It’s huge and while no geese gave their feathers in the making of this bed, it feels wonderful! I have slept so well, and it feels great. The only downside, is after the alarm goes off in the bed, I usually roll over to wake up Andrea. Now I have to roll two or three times just to reach her.

While we probably will never have four hound dogs or a piggy in a shed, the bed is adequate for two grown-ups and a cat named Nutmeg.

By the way, if you know what a “bolt of cloth for the tick” is, let me know.