It occurred to me this afternoon that I’ve never actually owned a bed in my life.
Oh, I’ve owned a mattress. Probably several, over the years. I’ve slept in a bed or two that belonged to somebody else, one time for decades. But I have never actually possessed an actual bed that could actually be described as an actual piece of furniture. Headboard. Footboard. Needs paint or varnish or something from time to time. Not because I’m some poor tortured puppy, just because I used to move a lot.
But I’m done moving, if all goes well. And today…
Yeah, I know. It’s a kid’s bed. I’ll paint it a less girlish color before setting it up for real. And the size is actually perfect. If I’m sleeping alone, I can quite happily do so on a cot. A single mattress is luxury. The whole bedroom was designed around the dimensions of that piece of furniture. The only thing like it I’ve ever owned.
I brought it to the Lair and set it up so Landlady, Ian and Ian’s Mom could see my new shiny. And somebody suggested that I ought to run an electrical outlet to the closet wall behind the nightstand, just in case.
*Yes, a care package post is coming. I’ve got all the pics transferred to the ‘pooter, but it’s been a busy day and they take a while to write up.