Warning: following is a pathetic attempt to rationalize a lack of progress in the HT by shamelessly blaming my wife.
Do NOT attempt this at home - I am a professional!!
Priorities are funny things. I look at my very large list of existing and potential projects that need doing around the house, and I prioritize using guy logic. In other words, the right way - what makes sense? Then I go ahead and just do what I want to do, with extra credit awarded to anything that involves technology and/or power tools, or that can be done while sipping a beer.
My dear bride, on the other hand, apparently lives in a parallel universe where things like bathrooms and closets and bedroom furniture and bedding mysteriously and unaccountably take precedence over obviously more important stuff like the basements and technology and power tools and home theaters.
Crazy, I know, and we mere guys can never really hope to actually understand life in this parallel universe, even if we wanted to. And let's face it, who wants to?! Still, as a veteran husband of some considerable years I've learned (usually through trial and error, with an emphasis on error) that sometimes you just have to humor her and dispense with her pet projects so that you can get back to the fun - I mean important
- projects as soon as possible.
Which is a very long way of explaining how I found myself recently redoing our bedroom closets instead of working on the HT. The befuddling thing, though, was that at the outset this had nothing whatever
to do with closets - it was about a bed
Yeah, I know I'm going to have to 'splain that one, because even after living through it personally I'm still not sure I even understand it. But I'll try, for the sake of the team.
Hand me a beer, will ya?
Where do I begin? OK, remember the whole mold allergy thing that triggered this entire bloody project? Well that same concern over mold led to a number of other preventative measures, one of which involved getting rid of what can only be described as the most comfortable bed in the entire universe
- my beloved water bed, because part of it also showed signs of mold.
Man, that hurt! I loved that bed, but it was either the bed or the bride that had to go, and ... well, it turns out beds are much easier to sell on Craigslist than wives. Who knew?
So we found ourselves in need of a new bed. Remember the good old days when buying a bed pretty much involved choosing what size mattress you wanted? Well, now of course you have to decide between an ever-expanding universe of mattress types: traditional spring mattresses, water beds, airbeds, memory foam beds, latex beds, etc. etc. etc! After much ado, we eventually settled on a nice traditional mattress. Mission accomplished, right? HA!
Wrong. Then the next domino fell, and even my small, pitiful brain grasped that there were more dominoes quietly lining themselves up, because then we had to buy decide on a bed frame, since we got rid of the entire water bed, lock stock and moldy barrel. The missus liked the idea of a platform style bed simply because we could have drawers for storage underneath, since the reach-in closets in these old houses are very small. As in tiny. Problem was the bed platforms with any amount of built in storage were expensive and, frankly, not very attractive IMHO. I lived through the 60's, ba-bay
, and it was NOT pretty!
Well, to spare you the ugly details, since I know you wise guys probably saw this coming long before I did, the upshot was we got a regular (not too expensive) bed frame, only because in desperation I agreed to add "storage systems" to our closets to compensate for the storage space we didn't get
when we didn't get
a platform bed with storage built in to replace the most comfortable bed in the universe that I didn't want
to get rid of in the first place!
Are you still with me?
I know, there's no way to win these things, so now after a weekend dedicated to beds and frames and a second one dedicated to closets - and neglecting my basement - we have new "closet systems
" in both our closets, a new bed frame and mattress, and a still unfinished basement and HT!"Oh! somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville — mighty hanesian has “Struck Out.”