And after I don't know how many hours, it's close. Very close. If I can prevent myself from converting it to kindling, I might even finish it.
My problem at this point is that I thought I could screw on the headboard and footboard, then scoot the thing into position. For most furniture, that would be true. However, when the two pedestals are over 200 pounds each, 8 little screws have no way to compete.
Essentially, I had the headboard and foot board attached quite firmly. By the time I was done scooting the bed into position, the headboard was held on only by friction, and the footboard was held on by gravity.
So I took a shower, then went out with
Then we went to the HoD and did some more garage storage winnowing.
Oh yeah. I didn't talk about the last set. Not too long after my last post, I made my way over to the HoD, and sorted through boxes until I'd filled the garbage and recycling cans. Tonight Timmie and I repeated the process. It is astounding how much shit I've kept over the years.
It was funny last night - I had several years' worth of random notebooks from my teens. I kept the ones I'd drawn in. An absolutely amazing number of (poor) sketches of naked women. My favorite was a large piece of tracing paper that well represented my general interests. Quite a number of drawings of women, traced then "made nude," one satanic symbol, and a diagram of Stonehenge's function as a calendar.
But hey, I've now got all my diplomas, as well as trophies from all the scholarships I didn't quite get. I kept the SAT scores, and tossed the offer of a TAship at UCSB - I didn't take it back in '84, and I suspect it's effectively been withdrawn.
I've also (regretfully) tossed all my old 9-track tape reels. I sincerely doubt that I'll ever find a VMS system to read them with...