I love my bed
Jan. 16th, 2010 12:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angryoldhagIt's a good bed. I can fit books in it. I can sleep perfectly in it. Hence last week, when we were moving, I was deathly afraid when my father said that we thought we could get it down the stairs without taking it apart. Our stairs in our old home are twist, 180 degrees kind of twisty.
In my mind, I had a flashback to the summer of 2008. That was the time my sister was moving into a room near to university and dad and I made her furniture. Among that furniture was a closet. A high closet. I clearly remember asking dad if it would fit up those stairs at my sister's new place to her room.
"Yes," he answered. "It'll be easy. Piece of cake."
Then came the day we delivered the closet. It ended up being sawed in two before we could get it up the damned stairs. Hence, you might imagine, I was a little worried about my bed. I did the sleeping on the floor thing, which was due to buying one of those fold-in-fold-out bed/couch arrangements which broke about as quickly as the money we paid for it would allow. The very next day. Anyway, I was not keen on repeating that experience, even if this time we weren't fighting a mice infestation at the same time.
Anyway, I made one attempt to lift the bed from the ground while on its side, got it maybe an inch up, put it down, turned to me father and uttered perhaps the wisest words that have passed my lips in all my 23 years. "If you think I'm going to be able to get this down those stairs with you I advice you to call an ambulance right now so we won't have to wait."
Yes, we ended up taking my bed apart with tools that did not include a saw. So thank you bed, for being so unbelievably heavy. I love you.
In my mind, I had a flashback to the summer of 2008. That was the time my sister was moving into a room near to university and dad and I made her furniture. Among that furniture was a closet. A high closet. I clearly remember asking dad if it would fit up those stairs at my sister's new place to her room.
"Yes," he answered. "It'll be easy. Piece of cake."
Then came the day we delivered the closet. It ended up being sawed in two before we could get it up the damned stairs. Hence, you might imagine, I was a little worried about my bed. I did the sleeping on the floor thing, which was due to buying one of those fold-in-fold-out bed/couch arrangements which broke about as quickly as the money we paid for it would allow. The very next day. Anyway, I was not keen on repeating that experience, even if this time we weren't fighting a mice infestation at the same time.
Anyway, I made one attempt to lift the bed from the ground while on its side, got it maybe an inch up, put it down, turned to me father and uttered perhaps the wisest words that have passed my lips in all my 23 years. "If you think I'm going to be able to get this down those stairs with you I advice you to call an ambulance right now so we won't have to wait."
Yes, we ended up taking my bed apart with tools that did not include a saw. So thank you bed, for being so unbelievably heavy. I love you.