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In the past I have been irritated by the weight of my bed covers on my feet. Especially when I was a kid and my parents used the old style quilts made of cotton-filled baffles. They weren't all that warm and it took several of them to get the job done. Yesterday afternoon I figured out how to get the covers off my feet.
This wouldn't have been possible if I were still married with family or had a live-in girlfriend, but I don't, and so I did what came naturally. I redesigned my bed. All it took was one 18" wide piece of chipboard panel that was cut to the width of my bed inserted at the foot of my bed, one two by four, and two wood clamps I bought on sell at Lowe's.
The width of the chipboard panel was cut at 18" so the bottom edge sits on the bed frame and sticks up past the inner springs and the mattress for about a foot. A couple of inches higher than my toes sticking up when I'm laying in bed on my back.
I had thought of using a board in this manner before. I just couldn't figure out how to fasten the covers over it. It was the wood clamps I bought that solved that problem. I bought them to hold the guitar bak panel to the main body of the guitar when I glued it back together.
I cut the chipboard and stuck in edge-wise at the foot of my bed. Then I draped the covers over the top edge of the chipboard and let them hang down over the end of the bed about six inches. Then I took the two by four and clamped the covers to the chipboard to hold them in place.
When I crawled in bed last night to test my idea out it worked just great. The covers were held higher than my feet by an inch or so, but the chipboard itself was cold to my feet. I took the foam mattress cover I found the other day and doubled it to cover the chipboard, and clamped the covers back on. That worked real good.
It took a while to adjust to not having the weight of the covers on my toes. It's been there all my life. Literally from birth. I like being naked in bed, so even in the summer I usually have at least a sheet over me, and if I'm in an air-conditioned room I like a sheet and a blanket as cover.
I must be a lucky person. I've read in the news lately that quitting smoking can be the cause of some people developing diabetes. Both my doctors and their nurses asked me recently if I have diabetes when they saw that I'd quit smoking a couple of years ago. If I've got it, it doesn't show up in the blood work. I think getting old increases the chances too.
For the most part, I stopped using sugar regularly a few years ago. I use a sugar substitute called Splenda, but lately I've been adding a teaspoon of sugar with it. The diet I put myself on now should help with that some. I don't know how much. It's weird. I'm sitting here chomping on raw kale cud from the fresh leaves I picked moments ago.
Back when I was welding pipe a lot of the welders used snuff and chewing tobacco. Since I had been smoking since I was seventeen I didn't think dipping snuff would do any more harm than had already been done. I was in my forties when I tried it.
The dipping snuff used was a rough cut snuff that was put between the lower lip and teeth. I didn't do it for long. Like smoking cigars it made me sick on my stomach. I did like having the cud to chew on. I guess it was similar to using chewing gum. I never took that habit up. But, having a cud of kale pulp in between my lip and teeth is good to me and good for me.
Not eating meat seems to be something I can deal with. The most challenging part of it is finding something I can eat instead. Eating this wheatgrass and the rye out in the field that was planted as a winter cover crop has inspired me to think about food that grows wild that I can eat raw.
This raw food diet is just what the doctor ordered as far as me being a miser is concerned. I loosely figured that it might have cost me as much as fifty cents to eat all day yesterday. That was for the apples and carrots I bought for about $4 a week ago. My part for the organic wheat berries will be $40 by the time we get to the bottom of the container, but I don't know how long a full container will last for both me and my sister-in-law. Cheap though, real cheap. I'm very pleased.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
