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Close to Nowhere
By Linda Jones
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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