bed adventures

I now have a mattress. My room still looks like some sort of weird combination between a storage shed and a bachelor pad (tragic I know), except I don't think bachelors would have a bookcase brimming with books. On the plus side at least now I won't acquire scoliosis from sleeping on the floor. Getting the mattress was quite the adventure and I encountered one weird specimen of a lady during the process.

I'm talking serious Professor Trelawney material here. Bottle cap glasses with thick black lenses, frizzy white hair and the lingering scent of an old attic that seemed to follow her around. The fact that she lived in a giant creaky house from 1905 perched on a hillside helped the image considerably. Interestingly enough, when I first walked into her house she grabbed hold of my hand and I was certain she was going to try and read my palm. Turns out she was just giving me almonds to feed her schizophrenic dog.

After being offered multiple pieces of furniture that I had no interest in let alone room for, I hauled my "new" mattress up a winding rock path through some thick pink flowers the whole time debating whether it was even worth the trouble. However, after a night of sleeping on what is an undoubtedly comfortable mattress despite it's peachy frilliness, I would have hauled it three times the distance for the comforts that come with having a bed. No bed bugs either, I'd call this situation a definite win as far as my Portland adventures are concerned.

Now all that's left to find is a desk so I can finish unpacking...