I have to start off by saying this blog post is late. I warned you when I was finishing the last one.
It wasn’t entirely my fault.Â We got the bed for my brother and sister-in-law’s visit, and that took a while. We got it upstairs, but thatÂ took a while. And then we were too tired to get it ready, or having too much fun with the staple gun, so thatÂ took a while. (Details coming up.)
Then, there was a snowstorm. Then, Daniel and Jennifer visited, had a good time and left two days ago! Garry and I dropped them off at the airport in Asheville and finally bought kosher food at Trader Joe’s.
I took Daniel and Jennifer to Bristol Motor Speedway. We couldn’t get inside. I fell on ice trying.
But we saw Bristol Caverns…
a little bit around South Holston Dam (until the roads were closed)…
and of course the newsroom. (Everyone gets that, but Jennifer actually asked!)
They saw Yeti and Casey, and also snow.
So that’s the background and this is the blog:
My brother Daniel and his wife Jennifer are going to be visiting in a few weeks. It’s going to be nice seeing some familiar faces in town.
It seems not many people visit the Tri-Cities. I don’t know why. We’re conveniently located off I-81, just north of I-26. We have mountains, a moderate climate with change of seasons, and a pretty low cost of living.
Anyway, since I arrived 10 months ago, my parents visited once, and so did my cousins Barry and Ellen, on their drive from Florida to Boston. None of them saw the house. Hadn’t started looking for itÂ yet.
Daniel and Jennifer are going to be here for a few days and also go skiing in North Carolina.
We’re going to set Casey’s room up as the guest bedroom. I started calling it Casey’s room right away because it has blue walls and checkered-flag curtains, and Casey is a boy.
I know it’s old-fashioned. He doesn’t even spend much time there, except in the box with linens.
There are other places to sleep, like the futon in the office…
… and the pull-out couch in the basement I’ve had almost 19 years. (I bought it in Connecticut and it looked a lot different before Casey stuck his fingernails into it repeatedly.)
But Casey’s room is going to be much more comfortable, and it’s close to the new and improved bathroom! (Let me know if you ever get locked out or kicked out of your own place.)
So we’re looking for a queen-size bed and Garry found someone advertising on Craigslist. The price sounded good, so we went to Johnson City to check it out.
Sunday (Jan. 10), we prepared with ratchet tie-downs (bungee cables to normal people) and drove the truck over to get it. (We had the truck at the time, but replaced it just beforeÂ the snowstorm.) Easier said than done.
The cords weren’t long enough to secure both mattress and box spring…
… so we put the mattress inside, had the box spring on top and drove back extra slowly in a flurry or two.
Saved $60 on delivery. The hard part was over, or so we thought. They had to go upstairs.
Neither Garry nor I expected a problem. The movers did a fine job getting a mattress and box spring of the same size up when we moved in.
I was at work and Garry didn’t know what those movers did, but there was no way the box spring was going to make it up!
You can see we tried.
We did everything we could. I even asked on social media, but the box spring wasn’t going up.
I knew it would have to be dismembered to some degree. Unfortunately, searches on the subject only dealt with repairing broken box springs.
We brought it down and Garry had the brilliant idea to take out the staples on one side so it would fold enough and make it upstairs. It worked!
Of course, we had to get the right nails to put the box spring back together, but that wasn’t such a big deal. (Remember, this is Lenny writing.)
Garry did the work. I’m not sure how much should be considered “work” when he was holding a staple gun. But he’s finally done.
He relaxed and moved everything into place.
So, we looked forward to giving Daniel and Jennifer a comfortable place to stay. Everything worked out nicely. I just wish they didn’t leave my nephews at home!
Now they’re back home, and Yeti misses having them around and protecting them. She has been spending more time upstairs, waiting for them by their room.
Until the next visitors…