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    SKEWERS, gumdrops, and marshmallows are all that’s needed to create interesting shapes and designs for Layla McDowell Saturday at Stair District Library’s “Sculptamania!” Open House. The program featuring design games and materials is one part of a larger project funded by a $7,500 Curiosity Creates grant from Disney and the American Library Association. Additional photos are on page 7.
    Morenci marching band members took to the field Friday night dressed for Halloween during the Bulldog’s first playoff game. Morenci fans had a bit of a scare until the fourth quarter when the Bulldogs scored 30 points to leave Lenawee Christian School behind. Whiteford visits Morenci this Friday for the district championship game. From the left is Clayton Borton, Morgan Merillat and James O’Brien.
    DNA PUZZLE—Mitchell Storrs and Wyatt Mohr tackle a puzzle representing the structure of DNA. There’s only one correct way for all the pieces to fit. It’s one of the new materials that can be used in both biology and chemistry classes, said teacher Loretta Cox.
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    A TRAFFIC control worker stands in the middle of Morenci’s Main Street Tuesday morning, waiting for the next flow of vehicles to be let through from the west. The dusty gravel surface was sealed with a layer of tar, leaving only the application of paint for new striping. The project was completed in conjunction with county road commission work west of Morenci.
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    JUNIORS Jazmin Smith and Trevor Corkle struggle against a team from the sophomore class Friday during the annual tug of war at the Homecoming Games pep rally. Even the seniors struggled against the sophomores who won the competition. At the main course of the day, the Bulldog football team struggled against Whiteford in a homecoming loss.
    YOUNG soccer players surived a chilly morning Saturday in Morenci’s PTO league. From the left is Emma Cordts, Wayne Corser, Carter and Levi Seitz, Briella York and Drew Joughin. Two more weeks of soccer remain for this season.
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    BOWEN BAUMGARTNER of Morenci makes his way across a rope bridge constructed by the Tecumseh Boy Scout troop Sunday at Lake Hudson Recreation Area. The bridge was one of many challenges, displays and games set up for the annual Youth Jamboree by the Michigan DNR. Additional photos on are the back page of this week’s Observer.
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    One of four senior candidates will be crowned the fall homecoming queen during half-time of this week’s Morenci-Whiteford football game. In the back row (left to right) is exchange student Kinga Vidor (her escort will be Caylob Alcock), seniors Alli VanBrandt (escorted by Sam Cool), Larissa Elliott (escorted by Clayton Borton), Samantha Wright (escorted by JJ Elarton) and Justis McCowan (escorted by Austin Gilson), and exchange student Rebecca Rosenberger (escorted by Garrett Smith). Front row freshman court member Allie Kaiser (escorted by Anthony Thomas), sophomore Marlee Blaker (escorted by Nate Elarton) and junior Cheyenne Stone (escorted by Dominick Sell).
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    GETTING READY—Jerad Gleckler pounds nails to secure a string of holiday lights on the side of the Wakefield Park concession stand while other members of the Volunteer Club and others hold them in place. The volunteers showed up Sunday afternoon to string lights at the park. The decorating project will continue this Sunday. Denise Walsh is in charge of the effort this year.

2013.04.10 David still cuts corners when making the bed

Written by David Green.

I’m not normally much of a basketball fan, and as a graduate of Michigan State University, I’m even less of a Wolverine fan, but I figure if a team from the state of Michigan makes it to the NCAA championship game, it’s my duty to watch and cheer them on...even if I haven’t proofread copy because the city council meeting went long and the game ends close to midnight. Yes, it’s also my duty to write a column every other week, but my husband is generous—he said I could repeat an old one. He didn’t specify that it should be one in which I don’t make fun of him, so here’s this from Feb. 16, 2005.


When I was a kid, I spent a couple of weeks at a summer camp. It was a treacherous experience. On the cusp of adolescence, I was lonely and didn’t want to be there. Still, it’s one of those experiences that get lodged in the brain: I can place myself there quite easily, sitting along the lake with a bunch of mean girls inspecting my underarms for the emergence of hair, eating in the loud cafeteria with the lousy food, gathering with the other campers each morning (so early!) for the raising of the flag and then the lowering at dusk, entering the tiny commissary and trying to choose the candy that would last the longest for the least amount of money.

But learning to make a bed with hospital corners: that’s the memory that lingers and gets put into action on a regular basis. I don’t try to bounce quarters off my bed, but I love hospital corners. They look sharp and they keep the sheets tucked in. Tuck the sheet in at the bottom of the bed; step to the right, grab the hanging sheet and pull it to the right, up to the edge of the bed creating a triangle; tuck in the excess, drop the triangle and then tuck the whole sheet in. Repeat on the left side of the bed.

Now, before I say another word, I want you to know how much I love my husband and what a truly good man he is. And I want you to realize that I am cognizant of most of my major faults, such as the relevant one here: that I am a nitpicking, persnickety, fussbudget who likes certain things done certain ways and I can’t abide them being done differently.

Yes, I am talking about bed-making.

I made the mistake of tearing the sheets off the bed tonight and not putting fresh ones on before David went upstairs to go to sleep. My plan had been to wash the sheets and put them back on the bed before he tucked in for the night. I could have quickly remade the bed with regular cotton sheets, but since it’s winter, it has to be flannel. But I have no idea where all our flannel sheets sets have gone, so I am forced to “wash and wear.” 

This plan works as long as I get the whole procedure taken care of before David goes to bed. Left to his own devices when faced with an unmade bed, he would just throw a sleeping bag on the bare mattress and conk out. Or he might just make the bed himself if the bed linens were before him. But the result would be sheets thrown over the mattress untucked and covers tossed in a heap.

Now, I know if I were not alive to enforce proper bedmaking practices, he would survive just dandily on untucked sheets. And it’s certainly not the most important thing in the world. I have perspective here. But I am like the princess and the pea. And he’s shucking a bushel full of peas all over my bed when he throws them on all akimbo.

Making the bed with David is another option, a rather amusing one, since making the bed with David is like going shopping with him. It’s a whole new world every time. He’s a fish out of water and I watch in amazement as he struggles to breath. He grabs the fitted sheet and winds it around and around his hands and arms like a guy making dough at the pizzeria. Eventually, he settles on one corner and hitches it over the mattress at the head of the bed and then quickly walks toward the foot. 

“No, no!” I say from the foot of the other side of the bed. “Wait for me! We have to do it on the diagonal.”

He reaches for the top sheet and I stop him again to put on a second bottom sheet.

“One isn’t enough?” he asks.

“The first is to protect the mattress,” I tell him. “And I don’t want my body too close to the mattress.” It’s made of some kind of shiny fabric, not cotton, and I don’t like the feel of it.

We put on the top sheet and I can tell he thinks we’re done, because he’s reaching for the feather comforter.

“Wait, we have to tuck it in!” I stop him again. “OK, reach for the middle and tuck,” I say.

He makes a lame attempt at putting some of the sheet under the foot of the mattress.

He is becoming exasperated. I am too.

“You have to hospital corner it!” I yell.

Perhaps the response he yells back explains everything.

“I was only in a hospital once and I didn’t watch!”

Maybe it’s time for this princess to make peace.

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