This week Baziel has filled my guest bedroom. Last week it was Sarah. She weighs … not much. I asked Baziel about his weight. Converted from kilograms, he’s 187 pounds.
Why, you ask, have I ventured into this heavy topic? Yesterday morning Baziel asked me to look in his bedroom. One side of the mattress was almost on the floor. (Sigh)
It’s been such a challenge to marry an old bed with a new mattress and support structure. So far in Belgium, I haven’t seen any boxsprings. Instead there’s a wooden frame below the mattress that looks like Venetian blinds.
As my deflation deepened, suddenly there was a pause … and an inexplicable smile. The prevailing wisdom in my head is that I don’t do home repairs. Just not smart enough in that realm of life.
The smile was followed by investigation. After Baziel and I pulled off the covers, the mattress and the Venetian blinds, what was clear was that one of the corner metal brackets on the bedframe had separated from the wood. Lying on the floor were three screws that clearly weren’t up for the job. They were so short!
My angst was short-lived. I headed to the kitchen, where I had a bag of metal pieces ready for recycling. And my memory was right! Sitting in the bottom were four huge wood screws, well rusted in time. I had found them in a drawer.
The screws had a Phillips head … and so had my screwdriver. At first they went in easily but then I really had to crank them into the wood. I gave it all I had and then passed the screwdriver to Baziel. He had a little more oomph than me.
After we were finished, the thought came: we did it. Actually it was mostly me who did it. Bruce the Handyman, totally ready to host his own home repair TV show!
So … I have thoughts about me. That’s nice. What if some of them are absolutely inaccurate? And what does that say about my future?