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Making a Bed
Sunday, January 9, 2000 Jack said yesterday that he envisioned a lazy morning today, and that sounded good to me, too. So I let him sleep until ten o'clock -- a solid eight hours which is more than he's been getting lately. The coffee we bought yesterday worked well in my Braun coffeemaker, so Jack sipped coffee, and I had diet soda. We ate granola and milk, and read the paper. Jack really likes reading the comics; I'd be willing to just spend the buck fifty on the comics and toss the rest right in the store so as not to have to recycle it, but we had it there so I read a few sections of the paper. Jack had brought his tools with him (the set of rechargeable tools I gave him for Christmas), so he could help with assembling my bed. I bought the bed last summer, but we'd not been able to put it together the day we did all that other work in my bedroom. I put Jack's jeans in the washing machine -- he'd got pine sap and sand all over them last night. At first we'd thought we'd need to walk up the street to the hardware store for extra bits, but it turned out that the screwdriver bits he had with him would do the job. We got the headboard and footboard put together (I did help with that part), then Jack got a phone call from his older daughter A-----, calling from her mom's place in Olympia. He'd told her to tell her mother that he was going to be following their visitation agreement from now on: he'd pay for half the transportation costs, so her mom needed to pay for her bus ticket back. Jack had a convention committee back in Bellingham later today, so there was a time element here, too. Jack wasn't surprised when his ex-wife said they didn't have cash in the house to buy the bus ticket, so after making his point, he agreed to pay. He sent me downtown to the bus station while he worked on part of the bed where I would mostly be in the way. The Greyhound folks would send the ticket to Olympia by computer, which seemed very modern of them. We got the bed assembled, and I put on clean, new sheets, lace trimmed. I like it! The bed is bigger than I expected, though, since the headboard and footboard add some length, and it's much higher than the mattress and box spring together. I think I might need a footstool, like in a medieval castle! I really appreciated Jack helping me with this. He sprawled himself over the bed and rested his back for a few minutes. There hadn't been much heavy lifting on this job, but the bending over and kneeling took their toll. All too soon he had to get going -- he had a concom meeting and so did I!
I wasn't hungry when I left for the Potlatch meeting at Vonda and Jane's house, so I didn't bring a contribution to the Potlatch Potluck. I did enjoy the roast chicken that Jane made, though! Plans for the con are moving right along. I need to do some reading for the program item I'll be on, and I want to do a print edition of this journal, like I did two years ago for Potlatch 7. It's even more important this year, since Potlatch is followed by Corflu, a convention for fanzine fans.
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