Saturday, September 21, 2013

It's Only A Number

Not my bed.
What's my sleep number? I need a new bed. I've needed one for some time, actually, but I keep finding excuses not to spend the money, or the money disappears from my bank account altogether. Nevertheless, having spent last month's vacation sleeping on beds of much more recent vintage than my own, which was purchased during the Regan administration, I have to acknowledge that I can no longer attribute my morning aches and pains to "sleeping wrong"  or mere aging. For once, it's not me -- it's definitely the bed.

I did spend a recent couple of hours mattress-testing, but was overwhelmed by the myriad options and, of course, the price tags. Do I want a pillow top? Plush or plush-firm? Memory foam with -- or without -- the cooling gel option? How much sleep will I lose by plunking down a whole month's pay on a new mattress and box spring, no matter how heavenly it feels to lie down on such a bed in the showroom? And then there's the matter of size. I currently have a queen, but would it make more sense, economically, to downsize to a full set, or would the need to purchase new bedding cancel out any savings? 

Alas, my bed-mate, Scooter Pie, doesn't really care what sleeping surface she uses, as long as she gets her half, so no help there. And -- here's where it gets kind of sad -- I caught myself thinking, maybe one day I'll be sharing the bed with a bigger-than-dachshund-sized dog, so I'd best stick with the queen sized set. No, no --  it's not sad that I'm acknowledging Scooter Pie's certain demise one of these days. It's sad that I no longer entertain even the prospect of entertaining a human in my bed. 

Or it was sad, for a bit, until I realized that I really don't care anymore. I no longer peruse the profiles on Match.com, GreenSingles.com, or even that site for those of us aged 50-plus. I used to log on to the singles sites much the same way I would go shopping online, optimistic that I would find something that fit, and if I tried something that didn't work for me, I could always send it back. Any hopefulness I would experience has  been replaced with the realization that, no matter how far beyond my own zip code here in Bubbaville I look, I'm not going to find love on an online dating site. But that's okay -- I know that there's nothing for me at Victoria's Secret, too, so I'm not going to waste my time even looking either place.

As for stumbling across a prospective mate in real life, well, that hasn't yielded any better results. Sure, there's that separated guy in my building at work who said he missed me when I was on vacation, compliments my smile, and even brought me some chocolates the other day; but in my book, separated isn't single and, in spite of his decidedly attractive cerebral qualities, he's really not all that when it comes to his views on god and guns. Some things I just can't compromise on. And anyway, since my hormones have pretty much packed up and left, these days the only stirrings in my loins happen when I'm too far from a restroom after having a second cup of coffee in the morning.

Having realized that my sleep number is a one, though, doesn't make the prospect of mattress shopping any easier. Maybe I'll take Scooter Pie along next time.

9 comments:

  1. definitely take Scooter pie along.... see what his sleep number is....

    go for the new bed. you cannot imagine the difference.

    it is a lovely visual, even it is not your bed. I kept thinking that I would like that overhead branches canopy.... gorgeous... but then I thought I might decapitate myself in a careless moment.
    still, gorgeous....
    great post. :)

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    1. Thank you, harlequin. I know I need to take the plunge; I just am soooooooo indecisive!

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  2. I had nothing but two beat up futons, layered on a steel frame until I moved here. Then it was a futon/sofa. I finally bought a solid foam mattress (who needs a box spring?)and put that on the floor. Last year I threw some materials together and built something that at least looks more like a platform bed and a little less like a basement crash pad.

    I have no advice on finding a mate, because I should actually have one at hand in order to make sense (even remotely) giving such advice.

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    1. But Doug, the thing is that I'm not interested in finding a mate :-)

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    2. I read that paragraph. My reading comprehension just isn't what it used to be :-)

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  3. Good luck on your shopping. We got a sleep number a few years ago. It was half off because it had been returned (they give a 30 (90?)-day money back guarantee). It had one smudge on a side panel that was from moving, otherwise it was perfect. So don't assume Sleep Number is out of your price range. You might get a deal.

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    1. Google idea, Kit! I just know it will take me forever to decide on a bed, Sleep Number or not.....

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  4. Uhhhhhhhh I sleep on a futon mattress, the same one for 10 years now since i had my first spinal fusion. I am going to wake yo aches and pains no matter what. I just hate it when the aches and pains are loud ass inconsiderate people across the street.

    On the other hand you did make me feel normal when it comes to the libido thing *shrug* it's either lack of something or too many Vicodin but the result is the same? the next step is bah I don't care. As long as the wife gets a nice comfortable sleep...

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    1. Mark, I apologize for making you feel normal. I hate feeling normal. But I agree that getting awakened by two-legged pains is the worst.

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