It was a dark and stormy night . . .
It was a COLD and stormy night last Monday when this little drama begins. And my icy feet just wouldn't warm up, even tucked snugly under our down comforter. Why didn't we just turn up the thermostat? Well, in the interest of not depleting fossil fuels, contributing to global warming or paying the sky-high cost of natural gas, we were no longer depending on our gas-fired central heating. We were using instead small portable electric heaters that we could move from room to room.
"What we need is an electric blanket", Otto said. "With dual controls," he added. So Tuesday he braved the rain and cold (snow on surrounding hills) and brought home a beautiful cream-colored electric blanket.
In deploying its various electric cords to be out of the way under the bed, Otto discovered that the bed had somehow moved several inches to the east, shoving the bedside table eastward several inches until it was denting a closet door when that door was opened.
Why didn't he just roll the bed back again? Because years ago we raised the bed on pyramidal wooden blocks with central depressions for the casters. This enabled us to look out of our western wall of windows to our magnificent view of the bay and San Francisco. Now, however we had the problem of moving the blocks AND the bed with its casters so that casters and block sockets met one another. After much shoving of the elements hither and yon, we had it almost right -- except for one of the wooden blocks that seemed firmly anchored in the carpet.
"Let me just lift the edge of the bed while you move the block," I said to Otto. I curled my fingers under the edge of the bed, lifting it about an inch, and WHAMMO! -- a freight train hit me in the middle of the back. I screamed.
And that is why I am now flat on my back, taking pain pills, being taken care of by my good husband, and why he will (if he can read my handwriting ) post it on my blog.
Moral: stupidity doesn't pay.