This was the day.
It came from a kid’s bunk bed, is at least 20 years old, and I’m going to go ahead and guess that’s way beyond its rated lifespan. For the past 3 years an inch of memory foam has helped a lot, but that thing has caused an old man more restless nights than he cares to think about. Its great virtue, of course, is that it was free.
To be continued. But some of it is destined to become firewood. Some of the rest will test my new fire basket. I’ll find a way to get the fireproof parts to the county dump before … well, as soon as it can be arranged.
Meanwhile, back at the “people throw away the damndest things” department…
And I don’t really want two mattresses. But the trick to living on scrounge is offering mutual benefit. Didn’t do my benefactor any good to get rid of one inconvenient mattress. So I’ll get used to the difference. Meanwhile, these are really nice. Like, nearly new. I’ve plotted for years how to score a new mattress, and now I have two.