Post 367: Back ache but oh, the mattress is good.
On a day that was meant to be a rest day after two very busy days, I was seated and happy to watch K-dramas to ease the (self-inflicted) pain in my back. However, I did have the delivery of a mattress to cheer me up.
I was ready at 9:30am for the 11:00am delivery to exchange my tired mattress (how funny is that! A “tired” mattress—how can it be? It’s always in bed, ha ha).
Anyhoo, enough stupid jokes.
I had rolled up my bed covers and sheet with its “topper” and picked up the folded double duvet under the mattress, leaving only the blue-covered foam on my electric bed.
I was feeling good, strong, ok in myself, but not as strong as I did two days ago.
I went down the stairs (unaided again) and fed the hungry cat.
It’s funny how he cares for nothing else. He’s a rotten cat that we—my Darling and I—have turned into a feline competitor in the race for life. All he sees is the human who’s going to feed him, and that it must be done as quickly as possible, or faster.
I love the adverts on TV with purr-fectly behaved kitty-cats waiting patiently for their bowls of delight. Ours is ready to savage your arm in the process of getting the special puffed rice, even if the raisin-sized pieces spill all over the floor in his inquisitive and bullying manner of getting at his food. It’s like he’s never been fed, his nose is a bull-dozer.
But after the fight to get the rice in his blue plastic bowl, I love the thought that I’ve done my only job for hours—maybe till tomorrow morning. I have such a lazy lifestyle.
I pour and consume my flakes of corn and two spoons of muesli while looking at the phone screen—the day has started.
The phone screen is being peppered with tiny drops of milk, and no matter what I do I can’t stop the splatter from happening. I could reduce the milk I put in the bowl, but it would still happen. I could stop the milk altogether, but that would not be good for my dietary intake.
Oh, botherations.
The only sure plan would be to keep the phone in my pocket while having breakfast… but I don’t want to do that.
It’s an impasse till someone designs a little clear screen that wraps around the breakfast bowl—that would do it. Ha ha.
Enough already.
I returned to my chair in the lounge and was very comfortable in my duties this morning and, at the dedicated time, just before 11 o’clock, I was called by the driver of the van bringing my long-awaited delivery. Brilliant, I thought to myself, and became even more nervous-excited.
Ding-dong…
I hope he’s here—and sure enough, he was.
After the pleasantries, I followed him dragging the new wrapped mattress in the house. The thing here was that I was following the blue tail of the wrapped mattress and I got up those stairs as fast as he did, and afterwards I thought back to how much progress I’ve made in my legs going up and down the stairs.
Anyway, after a little chat - with me beaming, another happy customer, I followed the delivery man back down the stairs, shut the door, and went straight back up. Again, the power and confidence I now have on the stairs is wonderful.
So I straightened all the sheets and covers and had a quick lay down to check on my work.
Yes, it’s satisfactory.
I can’t really tell whilst I’m wearing a hoodie and jeans, but I’m happy to think it’s better.
So I’m on the mobile telling the family and friends who’ve been awaiting the news— that the delivery has been a total success.
I’m happy, everyone’s happy.
While I’m upstairs, I grabbed a load of Easter egg chocolate to bring downstairs (within my reach while I’m watching dramas unfold) and found the Honda CB250/CB400 bike-manual that I’ll need to flick through to remind myself about how to clean out a blocked up twin carb.
Oh Happy days.
The rest of the day was dull but restful, as you can imagine. I wanted to get out and do something, but the council vegetation bin is totally full from two days of endeavour this week, so I need tomorrow’s bin pick-up to get me an empty bin to get me started again.
My Darling came home and I got her to nestle on my lap and have a lovely sitting cuddle. She was so dog-tired that I insisted she went up to bed. There’s not long to rest today because of the trip to the new food shop with her bestie (and her daughter) after 5, so I pushed her up and on her way to never-never-land, even if it’s only a little while.
I couldn’t decide whether to watch the world snooker or the dramas, and by the time I’d chosen a channel, my Darling was back up and about to feed me yesterdays overs, (some lovely pasta) and get off to the new shop with her mates. How exciting (not for me).
She came back with very little but a better understanding of the new shop layout.
Shame. But of course, it was a trip out for my Darling.
And so the day ended with the anticipation of my newly made-up bed on the newly delivered mattress.
And it was fantabalus.
I slept very well—it’s so comfy and snugly.
Double fantabalus.
Take care and have a great day.
