Mugged

Not in the criminal way. That was just to get your attention.

My favorite aunt collected mugs. She had so many that she had shelves built close to the ceiling around her kitchen so that she could display them. I remember asking her once how many she had. If I remember correctly, the amount was around 300. She could tell you a story of how each one came into her possession.

I don’t have anywhere near that. I too can tell you how each one came to be in my care.

When I bought my first computer at the Gateway store, I was given a gift that included a ball point pen, a small spongy cow, notepad and a coffee mug. All of it had the Gateway cow logo on it. The cow was a good source to squeeze for stress relief.

I was a testing monitor with a first grade teacher once and she gave me this mug. It came in a box listed as mug and mat. It had a square of linen cloth with the same flower design as the mug. It took the place of a saucer.

On a one day trip to Alabama Shakespeare Festival with the Palm Wine Society, each tourist was given a mug along with some other souvenirs by the PWS sponsors. This was the trip where one of my favorite authors, Pearl Cleage was live and in person. You can read about it here.

DH would have cup of coffee before leaving for work. This was his cup.

Mrs. C. gave me this mug when DH died. I find myself using it when I’m feeling
down. The poem surrounding it is comforting.

Last year’s vacation to Seattle, Washington I purchased this mug.

Seattle=Coffee. It’s a given.

Actually I purchased two. I gave one away as a gift. Since this post I have broken this cup  11-18-2012

This mug was from a student as a Christmas gift. The picture on the inside was unique.
It has thick walls and it seems to make whatever is inside taste better and hold the heat.

Bed Express

Not to be outdone, I slept in my bed last night.
I was careful how I slept.

After lodging two very large books on top of an underbed Rubbermaid storage container, I carefully laid myself down on the other side of the bed.

I made sure I didn’t do a lot of tossing and turning.

This morning I awoke to a still level bed .

Sleeping Tight? Not Tonight

No pictures (breaking my own rule) Just a rant.

I have one bed and that is the one I sleep in.
I had my newspaper, Crystal Light, and Wayne Brady playing. (Yes, Wayne Brady. I like his voice).
I got ready to lay down and the box springs and mattress caved in.

STOP LAUGHING

But only in one corner. My response, )(*&%$##%.

It's a Pulaski bedroom suite I saved up for over 25 years ago. I had seen it at Braswell Furniture. They are no longer in business. It's mahogany wood. It was called something like Dolly Madison, Lillie Langley. SOmething like that.

I ended up not buying it from Braswell's. I knew people who ran a family furniture store. They're out of business too. They ordered it for me directly from the factory and I paid a considerable amount less.

I enjoy sitting in bed reading. I guess over the years it was bound to happen one day.

The ledge inside the bed rail where the mattress sits came partially loose up toward the head. I've never used slats. It didn't come with slats.

I've removed the mattress and box springs and made an attempt to screw the ledge back into the rail. The ledge won't screw in flush to the rail. The box spring still won't fit back inside.

When I was a kid, we were jumping on a bed in our basement and broke it. That is we thought we'd broken it. A couple of slats had fallen out. Our older visiting friend told us to get some bricks from outside. She propped them underneath the sagging end. When my Dad saw it we got grilled about it and then we got physically punished. Our friend was safe at home with us left to suffer.
I'm tempted to do something like this right now until I can have it repaired.

I'm not happy about having to sleep on the couch. My bedroom is my sanctuary.