For the last year, I have been without a proper bed. First, I had a queen sized mattress on the floor, later, when spring came and I moved onto my boat, I slept in the V-berth. For those not versed in nautical terminology, this is a triangular shaped bed wedged into the forward section of a boat. Quite comfortable, but not a ‘proper’ bed. And then, when it became apparent that I would not be retaining possession of my boat, we moved into our amazing apartment, and the queen sized mattress once again graced the floor.
I have been meaning to build a bed for the last few months, but limited finances, a busy schedule and the fact that I don’t have access to any of my tools have conspired to keep me from doing anything.
But this last weekend, I borrowed a few tools from my father, and last night, we returned from our friendly neighbourhood Home Despot laden with some very lovely wood, many many fasteners, and a plan.
It has been a long time, more than a year and a half, since I actually built something with my hands. Though the bed was not completed last night (the runner-couple who lives in the basement apartment beneath ours goes to bed at 10:30, and lets face it, power tools are loud), we did get a healthy start on building the bed. All the wood is cut, and the assembly started.
It felt so good to be making something tangible after such a long period of making ethereal, intangible progress in my life.
Hopefully the bed will be done tonight or tomorrow night, and we will be able to enjoy the fruits of our labour. To make our bed, and sleep in it.