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Dec. 30th, 2017 06:12 pmHey! Guess who has two thumbs, did a ton of hard work and walking today, and totally forgot to wear their FitBit for any of it!
That would be me, of course, unless some of you are living strangely parallel lives out there. In which case, you have my sympathy. Because today was very odd. Very odd, indeed.
It started out calmly enough. I woke up after a good night's sleep and after setting the apartment on fire to warm up things a bit, sat down at the computer. I noticed that my FitBit was showing a weak charge, so into the charger it went. Kirsten eventually got up, we had some breakfast, and got ready for the first errand of the day, collecting the recycling and taking it over to the recycling place.
At which point my lower digestive tract nosed over into a power dive. After several horrifying minutes, I asked Kiri if she'd mind doing the recycling run without me, as I was in the process of emulating Elvis in the bathroom. She left me to my cruel fate and I cursed the idea of eating as a way to get nutrition.
Eventually, the universe showed me mercy, and after setting the bathroom on fire as a precautionary measure I staggered back into the living room area. Where I decided to be helpful. Today's other big project was moving a spare mattress, mattress cover, and two bagged sleeping bags to the Free Trailer Beowulf and getting the bed set up again. There were a couple of smaller tasks, but this was the big one.
Thing is, even a twin-sized futon mattress is heavy and awkward, and I was trying to wrestle it through our cluttered living space. I got the damn thing out the door, where it lay on the porch looking like a really big, sad burrito. Added the two trash bags holding the sleeping bags plus a couple of cedar balls, and the stick-on lights we bought at Harbor Freight the last time we were there. Sank back onto my now empty futon and watched TV until Kirsten got home.
Notice the words "and then I put my FitBit back on" never appear in the preceding paragraphs.
Having two people wrestle the mattress into the truck was slightly easier than getting the thing out the door. But only slightly. Everything snugly in the truck bed, we were back on the road!
There's an odd thing about owning a truck. When you first get it, you are paranoid about driving with cargo unsecured in the bed. You are secretly convinced that barring a convoluted web of bungee cords and tie-down straps rated to hold the space shuttle in place that 12-pack of Coke you just bought is going to be hurtled out of the truck at the slightest bump. But as you get used to driving things, you get an eye for gauging what loads need securing. This one was just fine with gravity holding everything down.
Once at Pedron's RV Storage, and after finding that our brilliant plan to secure the tarp cover was not so brilliant, we proceeded to work. First step: reassemble the lower half of the bed support. Done! Then get the mattress into the protective cover. Much like wrestling Jell-O, but done! The cover is there so the mattress doesn't suck up dust and any fluids that might spill. We can leave the bed in the trailer now.
Then came the really hard part. Hauling the mattress from where it was behind the truck to the trailer door, about 12 feet away. Then getting the blasted thing through the door and onto the bed platform. This was the hardest work of the day, with me in the trailer pulling and Kirsten outside pushing and the damn mattress catching on every possible corner and edge.
Finally, finally! It is in place. We collapse, hearts hammering, and realize that the lower half of the bed platform is still noticeably lower than the top. That's an easy fix. Groaning, we get moving again and bring the sleeping bags in, set up the storage boxes in the storage unit, and place the two lights. We also got all the loose odds and ends into one bag so getting to work inside in the future will be easier. Kirsten also mounted a solar trickle charger on our battery.
We reload everything that lives in the Free Trailer Beowulf and lock her up. I tell Kirsten I'm going to walk a round-about route to the gate to key us out of the facility. It's odd because with all this work I haven't felt it buzz once. That's when I notice that it is not on my arm. Oy Vey!
Such effort demands an award, and our reward was a late lunch at Sweet Tomatoes. They make a really good chili there, and great breads. I was tempted by their spaghetti but wanted to keep things light, due to the earlier issues. Good eats, filled up the truck, and home for a nap.
We may head back tomorrow to do a couple more pieces of work. We need to change out the dehumidifier, pull down some cables, and we forgot to put one thing into the trailer. And I'll wear my FitBit.
That would be me, of course, unless some of you are living strangely parallel lives out there. In which case, you have my sympathy. Because today was very odd. Very odd, indeed.
It started out calmly enough. I woke up after a good night's sleep and after setting the apartment on fire to warm up things a bit, sat down at the computer. I noticed that my FitBit was showing a weak charge, so into the charger it went. Kirsten eventually got up, we had some breakfast, and got ready for the first errand of the day, collecting the recycling and taking it over to the recycling place.
At which point my lower digestive tract nosed over into a power dive. After several horrifying minutes, I asked Kiri if she'd mind doing the recycling run without me, as I was in the process of emulating Elvis in the bathroom. She left me to my cruel fate and I cursed the idea of eating as a way to get nutrition.
Eventually, the universe showed me mercy, and after setting the bathroom on fire as a precautionary measure I staggered back into the living room area. Where I decided to be helpful. Today's other big project was moving a spare mattress, mattress cover, and two bagged sleeping bags to the Free Trailer Beowulf and getting the bed set up again. There were a couple of smaller tasks, but this was the big one.
Thing is, even a twin-sized futon mattress is heavy and awkward, and I was trying to wrestle it through our cluttered living space. I got the damn thing out the door, where it lay on the porch looking like a really big, sad burrito. Added the two trash bags holding the sleeping bags plus a couple of cedar balls, and the stick-on lights we bought at Harbor Freight the last time we were there. Sank back onto my now empty futon and watched TV until Kirsten got home.
Notice the words "and then I put my FitBit back on" never appear in the preceding paragraphs.
Having two people wrestle the mattress into the truck was slightly easier than getting the thing out the door. But only slightly. Everything snugly in the truck bed, we were back on the road!
There's an odd thing about owning a truck. When you first get it, you are paranoid about driving with cargo unsecured in the bed. You are secretly convinced that barring a convoluted web of bungee cords and tie-down straps rated to hold the space shuttle in place that 12-pack of Coke you just bought is going to be hurtled out of the truck at the slightest bump. But as you get used to driving things, you get an eye for gauging what loads need securing. This one was just fine with gravity holding everything down.
Once at Pedron's RV Storage, and after finding that our brilliant plan to secure the tarp cover was not so brilliant, we proceeded to work. First step: reassemble the lower half of the bed support. Done! Then get the mattress into the protective cover. Much like wrestling Jell-O, but done! The cover is there so the mattress doesn't suck up dust and any fluids that might spill. We can leave the bed in the trailer now.
Then came the really hard part. Hauling the mattress from where it was behind the truck to the trailer door, about 12 feet away. Then getting the blasted thing through the door and onto the bed platform. This was the hardest work of the day, with me in the trailer pulling and Kirsten outside pushing and the damn mattress catching on every possible corner and edge.
Finally, finally! It is in place. We collapse, hearts hammering, and realize that the lower half of the bed platform is still noticeably lower than the top. That's an easy fix. Groaning, we get moving again and bring the sleeping bags in, set up the storage boxes in the storage unit, and place the two lights. We also got all the loose odds and ends into one bag so getting to work inside in the future will be easier. Kirsten also mounted a solar trickle charger on our battery.
We reload everything that lives in the Free Trailer Beowulf and lock her up. I tell Kirsten I'm going to walk a round-about route to the gate to key us out of the facility. It's odd because with all this work I haven't felt it buzz once. That's when I notice that it is not on my arm. Oy Vey!
Such effort demands an award, and our reward was a late lunch at Sweet Tomatoes. They make a really good chili there, and great breads. I was tempted by their spaghetti but wanted to keep things light, due to the earlier issues. Good eats, filled up the truck, and home for a nap.
We may head back tomorrow to do a couple more pieces of work. We need to change out the dehumidifier, pull down some cables, and we forgot to put one thing into the trailer. And I'll wear my FitBit.
