I Must Buy Or Repair My Bed
For years I have slept on my father's old bed. Maybe it is at least a hundred years old. Some of the springs are broken. I have had to replace the mattress many times.
Sometimes I think of my father. He was a tall army man in the infantry. He was troubled by World War 2. His hearing was almost destroyed.
I need another mattress again. Joann covers my bed with a thick blanket because our little dog Candy girl likes me so much that she wets my bed. I usually scream when I suddenly sit in her wet pee. Joann removes the blanket, and puts it in the washing machine. Candy girl looks straight at me. All I do is hug the little sweetheart. Today I bought her a small can of sausages , and fed them to her one at a time.
I have been thinking about buying another bed, but I hate to spend three, or four hundred dollars. Maybe I should shop around , for a decent box spring. I could check out flea markets.
Joann washed my comforter. Candy peed on it too. It is a large comforter, and Candy dives in it , and buries herself in it. Sometimes it feels like it has damp spots. She sleeps at the foot of my bed, and two large beautiful cats sleep on pillows behind my head. They are accustomed to my hacking, coughing, choking, and spitting up the junk that accumulates in my lungs. I probably use half a roll of tissue paper to toss in my garbage bag.
I would sure like a hospital bed, but that would be a hell of a difficult thing to get into our mobile home. I was lying down today when my cat Boo jumped on the back of my pillow again. I lifted him from under his belly, and raised him into the air, and told Joann that Boo was , and astronaut. Then I lowered him back down.
Boo, and Blackie are buddies. They chase lizards , and I try to catch them before they are mangled. A large lizard took a ride with me to our post office. It looked like a hood ornament. When I drove home he jumped off of my hood.