Take your excitement where it finds you.

As some of my friends know, we aim for an adventure a day and they never have trouble finding us. Yesterday’s didn’t happen until close to midnight, but its scope more than compensated for its last-minute arrival. Everybody’s heading for bed, after nodding off for at least the past hour. Maddie’s in her jammies, all sleepy-headed, and I’m in the big room doing some of the 37 things women do after they say “I’m going to bed.” Colossal stupendously-loud crash from the bedroom, sounds like wood, metal, glass, and a set of cymbals, followed by a voice in falsetto Spanglish saying “I’m okay.” Casey S Ross, the line will never fade from our lexicon.
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By the time I make it in there, Kim has extricated himself from the wreckage of our industrial-strength California king bed and Maddie is in the bathroom peering around the corner, eyes huge, and trembling so hard her feet are threatening to go out from under her. The foot end of the mattress is cratered through the frame and onto the floor, looking totally like an elephant decided to sit down and take a break on his way through. Au contraire, mon ami, merely the KIMN8R crawling innocently into bed and rolling over to warm Mama’s side. Turns out the hell-for-stout frame was not matched with a comparable foundation, surprise, surprise, and a recent bit of shifting to clean provided an excuse for it to abdicate all responsibility.
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The good news:  the inferior platform gave us more than eleven years, and no animals or humans were harmed in the making of this travesty. We scooped Maddie up and loved on her, the bed frame is intact, and Kim is down at Cotton’s as we speak, picking up a few supplies for rebuilding the support system. It was actually kind of fun dragging the big square mattress into the other room and spending the night there. For now, our little Maddie is the only collateral damage — she started trembling again this morning when she walked through the bedroom, she wants nothing to do with the sounds of clean-up, and doesn’t come out from under my desk unless I go with her. So I moved her bed under here and she’s sleeping it off. She’ll have most of it to endure again while he puts it back together, but she’s a tough cookie, so all’s well.
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Starting to wonder what today’s adventure will be …

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For the uninitiated, Maddie is our 5 lb. Maltese, not a grandchild, as someone surmised.

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6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. maureenjenner
    Nov 21, 2015 @ 13:11:21

    My three huge dogs (sleeping on the floor around my bed) and several small cats (sleeping on my bed) and I slept through an earthquake when living in Cyprus some twenty plus years ago . I guess the animals thought if mum’s not worried we aren’t either. Mum might have felt differently though had she been awake!

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  2. Kay Pirtle Carmody
    Nov 16, 2015 @ 14:32:47

    Oh, glad to know that’s what the muffled sound was last night. We had just returned from San Francisco an hour or two earlier and I thought we brought an earthquake back with us.  Glad to hear all is well.

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    • Judy Smith
      Nov 16, 2015 @ 15:47:13

      Kay, about my fourth or fifth thought, in quick succession, was “I wonder how far that reverberated through the building?” It was impressive from inside our space. Glad you’re home and apologies for the reverse culture shock. 😊

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  3. Carrie Rubin
    Nov 16, 2015 @ 14:27:32

    Yikes. Might take Maddie some time to recover from that one!

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