Thursday, January 31, 2013
Close to Nowhere
Can’t paint so move furniture
After my oil-based primer painting debacle, I bought some latex primer and haven’t opened it yet. I just can’t seem to work up any enthusiam for it anymore.
I did decide that since I wasn’t in the mood to paint, that I would work on my bedroom.
The bedroom used to be where it was supposed to — in the actual master bedroom. That’s now my sewing room, as I need a lot more room for fabric and various and assorted sewing machines and other gadgets, along with a big ole pile of books and magazines all about quilting.
My bedroom is now in the smallest room in the house. The closet in that room is also filled with fabric, etc. There are two chests of drawers, a dresser, a chest and a king-size bed. With just enough room to walk around the side and end of the bed.
It’s a very tall bed (it was anyway) and neither of my little dogs could get on the bed. Every night I had to pick them up and tuck them in. If one of them jumped down, I had to get out of bed and put them back.
The kicker though, was the arthritis in my hips. It was becoming almost impossible for me to tuck myself in bed at night — very painful.
So, I thought I’d shorten the height of the bed by taking the bed rails off. Brilliant idea, right? Wrong!
I had to take the tempurpedic layer off the top of the mattress; then the mattress and by then there was no space at all. So those were shoved in the doorway. No one could get in or out!
The box springs are in two sections, so those were pretty easy to fool with. Then came the rails! I finally got the rails upended so I could knock them apart and fold them up out of the way.
The rails are bolted together. I say “bolted” instead of “were bolted” because they are still bolted together.
I lifted and moved those rails every time I needed to move something — naturally, everything in the room was having to be moved somewhere else.
I walked those stupid rails to about 3,000 different places — by the time I had the bed back in place, those rails weighed around a ton.
Now, at bedtime, my dogs have to be coaxed into jumping up on the bed. They still think they need to be picked up and placed there.
It’s much, much easier for me though. My hips no longer scream and crunch and I actually enjoy crawling into bed.
Can’t sleep though. Feels funny. Can’t find the lamp switch. Can’t find the bedside table.
I am apparently, just like my dogs — a creature of habit.
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