Here we are once again adjusting to time change. I sure thought this would have been the year that the time change folks decided not to change the time anymore and let us live the rest of our lives with longer evenings of daylight. But no. They did not and we fell back.
Personally, I have enough trouble sleeping on Sunday nights without having to adjust my internal clock to the one on the bedside table, because it is the first Sunday in November, and for whatever reason in today’s society we apparently don’t need more daylight during the dreary winter months. Seems to me it should be just the opposite.
Anyway, as I said we fell back at our house Saturday evening and even though those same time change folks claim we got an extra hour of sleep, I assure you I did not feel extra rested on Sunday morning. And, I sure didn’t on Monday morning, having awaken somewhere around 3:00 a.m.
It’s like that every Monday morning, for whatever reason. I guess my mind gets to spinning a little too quickly getting geared up for another week at the grind. Going to bed earlier — since it is dark earlier — doesn’t help either, but by Tuesday I’m usually fine and resting peacefully again.
In addition to fighting the time change, wife, Danny, and I took on that final project I’ve mentioned here before and pulled up the old carpet in our upstairs bedroom at the Ross Barnett Reservoir house and put down plank flooring and a new rug.
This project has been in the works for years now and is finally complete. When I say years, I mean years! I think I bought the large shag rug the year before the pandemic and the flooring shortly after that. The rug has been rolled up under our tall, antique poster bed since then and the flooring stored at the office.
So, yeah, it’s been a work in progress for a while. And, I won’t even go into how much I hate pulling up those devilish tack strips that hold carpet in place. I do, however, have the nail-scarred hands to prove that I did. Hate that stuff!
That tall bed — although it made a good place to keep a big ole rolled up rug for five years — is one of the reasons the project finally got to rolling. It is an old rope bed, made from wood, so old and dark, that no one can identify the type. It is a tiny bit smaller than a full size bed, but a full size mattress does fit snugly. A box spring — or foundation they call it these days — is not used because the mattress is already waist high on me. On Danny that is higher than waist high, so she has a little Victorian-style bed step to step on and get up into bed without falling down.
We, or rather she, has been doing that for 41 of the 44-plus years we’ve been married. That said, the problem now is that we aren’t getting any younger, or taller, and it seems to be further up and down getting in and out of bed than it was even 10 years ago.
Soon, we will be sleeping in a queen size bed that one can sit on, and lie in, without the help of a step ladder. I hope I don’t get lost in the new bed since we’ve never had anything that big before. I’m sure I will adjust nicely, and perhaps even start sleeping all night on Sunday nights.
The old bed isn’t going far, though. just across the hall into our daughter, Rachel-Johanna’s old bedroom and the ornate iron headboard in there is going into storage until I can come up with a better plan for it.
I love that old wood bed. It is a family piece on Danny’s side that reportedly came to Mississippi in a covered wagon, way back in the day when people rode covered wagons, from Carthage, Tennessee to Carthage, Mississippi.
It is also heavy and bulky, and as previously mentioned, it is upstairs. Up a steep flight of stairs, and besides not wanting to put it into storage to ruin, I really just don’t want to have to carry it down all those stairs. So it is now across the hall and the mattress and foundation/box from that room is in our room for our use until the new bed is delivered and set up.
I’m not carryng the new one up, though. We are paying to have that done. Paying way too much to have that done, but we are still having that done.
We shall see how things go, especially since we live in Sebastopol during the week and go to the Rez on the weekends. The bed in our bedroom at Sebastopol is yet another giant antique bed and it, too, is full size. It isn’t a family piece, but rather one we bought from a man in Jackson that said it came out of an old Victorian house on State Street downtown.
It is heavier than the Rez bed so it ain’t going nowhere either, and as stated a couple of weeks ago here, this was my last DIY project anyway. I am tired!
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it, at least, that is, until time changes again! Somebody really needs to talk to those time change people.
