This weekend we read “The Case of the Green-Dressed Ghost” by Lucy Banks and “Louisiana Big-Shot” by Julie Smith. Both of these books were delicious light reading with more than a few chuckles in the process. Will we remember the stories next week or next month? Maybe one or two in respect to the ghost story, but that is because I had not previously read any ghost buster stories set in England… otherwise? Probably not. But, still, they were entertaining for the moment…
There is one aspect to life, since we have arrived in Gloversville, that drives me bonkers… I love our king-sized bed… and our mattress is very comfortable… but, under our mattress… no platform support… just two double box springs. Those box springs do not give consistent support across the width of the mattress; therefore we have valleys in our mattress and a monstrous hill in the middle. Attempting to climb it while laying down is similar to what I would presume climbing Everest would be. Plus, once you achieve the summit, it is firm… well, describing the summit as firm is being gracious… it compares to resting on a narrow boulder. And, if you happen to move one inch either way? You tumble back down the mountain… into the valley. Narrow valleys… not large enough to accommodate two adults and two pups. Plus, because the bed is sooooo high, we must make sure the pups have enough room in the center of the bed so that they will not fall off. We, the adults cling to the cliff…
Because Emmi snuggles me, I have no choice how I sleep. There is no turning over. If our bed was not so comfortable my hips and back would be screaming, but this is a comfortable mattress. So… what is driving me bonkers? It is the fact that when we sleep… Scott is on one side of the mountain and I am on the other… ? we snuggle during the day (when he is not working), but when it comes to sleeping? It has been almost a year since we have spooned. I am a spooner or spoonee! It is during the night when my batteries recharge… and it is by that full skin contact that they recharge!
When we arrived I thought we would be unable to spoon for a few weeks and was suffering through deprivation. Then, it turned into several months… I have remained stoic… but, now? There is no end in sight. Our second floor bedroom needs heat in the ceiling. Piping run along one side of the ceiling for the third floor bathroom, and drywall. Probably, another year before that will accomplished.
There is no way to carry a platform for the king-sized bed to the third floor (not enough clearance in the stairwell). So, until we move to the second floor and our platform (and, not as high) king-sized bed is in place, I remain isolated from my love. Sigh…
