Written Wednesday, February 3
I’m taking a writing day, since tonight I am taking off to be w R for his birthday, and to camp out w him since he’ll be gone for a week on his ski trip.
I’ll see how much of my writing list I can accomplish today…if I am really good I will attend to my waiting emails in between and everything.
R has ensured that I will not be sleeping at my house unless I absolutely have to now…he bought us a new mattress. His bed is a queen—and up until last night, it’s been a waterbed. My bed can become a queen, but currently has a full sized regular mattress. R just bought us a therapeutic memory foam bed. We drained the waterbed last night—as soon as fed ex delivered the mattress…and popped that new mattress onto the bed to let it puff up. It came in a box, all the air sucked out, just like one of those vacuum sealed bags. It re-inflated enough for us to sleep on last night.
Heaven. Sheer heaven. The only weird thing is when we jump on the bed or pounce down on the bed—it doesn’t have that waterbed give anymore. That takes some getting used to—even the dogs are a little…intrigued and nervous on the new bed…but not enough that they won’t get on the bed to crash or anything…
I so highly recommend this sort of mattress…it keeps you warm without being too warm, even if you are alone—or surrounded by dogs—it is not too soft—not too hard…it’s bliss…just have to get used to bouncing on the bed without that waterbed give—it’s a bit of a harsh shock to even just sit down on the bed at the moment…when you’re so used to the movement of the waterbed, even a padded waveless waterbed…
Thursday continues the bed conversation…
R started the waterbed mattress draining before he left for bowling. That meant I was the one who pulled the mattress off. I’ve known the man for going on ten years now. It is so scary to think I know every single female he has had in that bed…I am the one who, after every single female left, came in to cleanse the energies…although after this last time, R did a really good job himself…mostly because she wasn’t all that connected to anything in the first place…he was more surprised by that than I was…to me, and to everyone but him, that has always been obvious…
Energy is such a strange thing. I pulled that mattress out of the frame…and all I kept thinking was…how strange…there is dust and debris and pieces of every person and animal that has touched that bed for the past nine, ten years…and all of it strips and pulls away so easily after all is said and done. Some people had a much heavier connection to R, to his stuff, to his house, to the furniture, all of that…others seemed to have no connection whatsoever…some people purposely tried to covet everything to make it more their own…some people simply didn’t know how to let go…it is a weird juxtaposition there…looking at the three other women who were there before me…R is the only consistent thing—and for all of this time…he has been utterly consistent…
I did my usual…after clearing energetically and physically…I laid down a heavy scent trail. For once, I didn’t bother actually putting anything on the mattress—I focused more on the wood and the bed frame itself. The mattress pad covering, which we kept from the waterbed, got hit good…I mixed elements…which does not always salve the senses…but in this case, I’ve had a great deal of luck w the combination of vanilla and cinnamon—opposites in so many ways…but not really…there are other elements in there as well, but those are the base scents.
It doesn’t hurt to try to cover up the carpet smells either (old dog, last legs, that sort of thing…)—although we did find something that works amazingly well—it’s the bag of rocks scent remover stuff (can’t recall the “official” name now that the wrapper is gone)—basically it’s volcanic rock—every 6-8 months you chuck it out in the sun for a few hours and it recharges. Talk about clarifying the air—it removes the smell—it has this ionic (my term, really) energy to it that seems to re-vibe the surrounding air as well. We only bought one bag, because we weren’t so sure it would be worthwhile…but after just a few hours it made such a big difference that we are planning to get more…as soon as we get back over to Old Time Pottery….
And that’s about all I really have to say about the bed now.
Cheers.
