The Bed of Doom, et cetera
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jazzfishTwister duvet cover: "Play Twister in, or on, your bed, with this brand new 'twist' on the classic party game."
Sunday (wow, that was a week ago) the three of us get up, have waffles (thanks Dad!), and wrestle the queen-size mattress & boxspring into the bed of E's brother's truck. This requires more effort than I'd really expected, insofar as it looks like it might rain, and so we have to wrap the things in plastic and use lots of tape. By the time we're done with this I decide that I'd really ought to be there when they get in so I can get it into the house, since it's really REALLY unwieldy, and so skip![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jude's party. (Sadness.)
About half an hour down 66 the plastic tears on the top of the mattresses, so we stop and tie a tarp on top of them. There was a fifteen-minute rainstorm when we got on 81 (good thing we had that tarp!) but otherwise it was clear skies all the way down. Stopped in Green Valley bookfair, bought my father's Xmas present and a copy of Lloyd Alexander's The Illyrian Adventure. Made it home, dragged the bed around back and in, and tried to put it in the frame which looks like it'll hold either a full or queensize.
Turns out that a queensize, in addition to being wider than a full, is five inches longer than the full as well. Who knew? Much grumbling. We hauled the replaced fullsize mattresses over to Markush, paused briefly to get the truck stuck in the eight-inch-deep ruts, and I slept on the couch because it wasn't worth the bother of manhandling the mattresses.
The next couple days are taken up with (among other things) trying to find a decent set of bedrails for not horrendously expensive. I finally found a set in Second Time Around (the way cool Humane Society thrift store), whose only problem is that they won't use the footboard for the kick-ass frame. That's okay, though, since the footboard was having some problems adjusting to being a queen-width footboard in any case. So, I have a bedframe, and eventually I'll put the bed on it instead of sleeping a foot off the floor and having to crick my neck up to read my alarm clock.
K got in on Tuesday, which was pleasant.
Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman! is an incredibly fun book. It's not a must-read; it's not life-changing or anything. It's just a whole lot of fun. Add another to the list of Way Cool People I'll never meet on account of their being dead.
Oh yeah, and Lord of Castle Black is pretty good, too.
And Warren Zevon's (presumably) final album comes out on Tuesday, and I have Neil Gaiman's Two Plays for Voices (being radio versions of "Murder Mysteries" and "Snow, Glass, Apples") so I'll have new stuff for Tuesday's trip to Raleigh. And classes start tomorrow. I am so ready for this. Doubtless my opinion will change in a few days, but for now, bring it on.
Sunday (wow, that was a week ago) the three of us get up, have waffles (thanks Dad!), and wrestle the queen-size mattress & boxspring into the bed of E's brother's truck. This requires more effort than I'd really expected, insofar as it looks like it might rain, and so we have to wrap the things in plastic and use lots of tape. By the time we're done with this I decide that I'd really ought to be there when they get in so I can get it into the house, since it's really REALLY unwieldy, and so skip
jude's party. (Sadness.)About half an hour down 66 the plastic tears on the top of the mattresses, so we stop and tie a tarp on top of them. There was a fifteen-minute rainstorm when we got on 81 (good thing we had that tarp!) but otherwise it was clear skies all the way down. Stopped in Green Valley bookfair, bought my father's Xmas present and a copy of Lloyd Alexander's The Illyrian Adventure. Made it home, dragged the bed around back and in, and tried to put it in the frame which looks like it'll hold either a full or queensize.
Turns out that a queensize, in addition to being wider than a full, is five inches longer than the full as well. Who knew? Much grumbling. We hauled the replaced fullsize mattresses over to Markush, paused briefly to get the truck stuck in the eight-inch-deep ruts, and I slept on the couch because it wasn't worth the bother of manhandling the mattresses.
The next couple days are taken up with (among other things) trying to find a decent set of bedrails for not horrendously expensive. I finally found a set in Second Time Around (the way cool Humane Society thrift store), whose only problem is that they won't use the footboard for the kick-ass frame. That's okay, though, since the footboard was having some problems adjusting to being a queen-width footboard in any case. So, I have a bedframe, and eventually I'll put the bed on it instead of sleeping a foot off the floor and having to crick my neck up to read my alarm clock.
K got in on Tuesday, which was pleasant.
Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman! is an incredibly fun book. It's not a must-read; it's not life-changing or anything. It's just a whole lot of fun. Add another to the list of Way Cool People I'll never meet on account of their being dead.
Oh yeah, and Lord of Castle Black is pretty good, too.
And Warren Zevon's (presumably) final album comes out on Tuesday, and I have Neil Gaiman's Two Plays for Voices (being radio versions of "Murder Mysteries" and "Snow, Glass, Apples") so I'll have new stuff for Tuesday's trip to Raleigh. And classes start tomorrow. I am so ready for this. Doubtless my opinion will change in a few days, but for now, bring it on.
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Date: 2003-08-24 09:53 pm (UTC)