I’ve had a pretty good Valentine’s Day this year. I was home all day, something as delicious to me as Moose Tracks ice cream. I delivered my cards to Dave and Mom, having signed and sealed them last week. Such early preparation is so unusual for me.
Dave even got a small heart-shaped box of chocolates decorated with a Peanuts scene on the top. It matched my card.
Dave’s order of my Valentine gift did not arrive. He told me he’d tell me what it was if it didn’t arrive by 7:00. It didn’t. What I missed today was chocolate-covered strawberries, one of my favorite things in all the world.
Mom’s friend Gail surprised her with red roses and chocolates–and Mom told me a few days ago that she didn’t have a Valentine.
“Yes, you do,” I said. “You have friends and family and us.”
“I guess you’re right!” she said. “I do have Valentines!”
I didn’t get red roses. No chocolates. No strawberries. But it was a wonderful Valentine’s Day. I can hardly wait to get in bed!
It’s not what you think. It’s the bed!
About a month ago, Dave decided we should turn our mattress sideways, so as to even out the valleys we’d wallowed into the bed, rendering a big hump of a hill in-between the valleys. We turned the mattress, which did not help the way we thought it would–or, at all. It turns out Dave’s personal big ditch, turned sideways, made a hole that rendered getting out of the bed almost impossible. I tried every possible way to navigate the terrain before announcing, “We have to do something about the bed.”
What we had to do was go shopping for a new bed. When we chose the old bed several years ago, we didn’t buy so well. This time, we determined to do better. After all, as someone said, “This is the last bed we’ll buy.”
Jade and Anjie brought home a Sleep Number Bed a few years ago. We were impressed when they said they were still happy with it. In fact, Anjie said, it is still as good as the day they bought it.
Convinced, we made our first and only stop at the Sleep Number shop. It was the last day of the once-a-year sale, so after the presentation and the lying down, rolling around on the bed, and choosing our sleep number, we handed over a credit card and found out we’d have to wait nine days for them to bring it to our house.
We were pretty stoked on the day the new sleeping arrangement was to arrive. Two sweet and efficient delivery men removed our old mattress and set up the new one in minutes.
“Okay, time to learn the remote,” one guy said.
He reviewed the simple operations with me and then asked me to sign for the delivery.
“Okay,” I said, “but why does it sag in the middle?”
“I think your foundation is not strong enough,” he answered.
“Could I put a piece of plywood under it?”
“You could. I don’t see why it wouldn’t work. Maybe you call the store first.”
Charlie said he thought it would work, too, but he added we could be responsible if a hose got damaged or the air bladder was in some way affected.
“So we need to buy your foundation?”
“That would probably be best.”
We completed the transaction and Charlie advised me that there would be another delivery fee of $225.
“Is this something we could do ourselves?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah, you could pick it up and install it yourselves. It’s pretty simple.”
“Okay, I want to do that instead of the delivery fee.”
“Well-l-l, since we have to order the item anyway…”
“The delivery fee still applies,” I finished for him.
“Yes, I’m afraid so.”
We scheduled a delivery date for ten days later. Meanwhile, we couldn’t sleep on the bed because we might damage…that air bladder.
So the foundation arrived today! The old foundation is gone! The bed is on the new foundation! The new comforter and shams are on the bed! I’m so excited!
But the foundation looks a little funny. It’s a two-piece contraption, and one side’s end is different from the other.
I’ll call Charlie tomorrow. Since I can’t see how it could possible hurt, and since I’m a sleepy old Valentine, I’m going to bed. Seriously. Maybe my strawberries will come tomorrow! I’ll yell, “Yippee-e-e-e-e!”