Neanderpundit

As any guy my size knows, a normal innerspring mattress crashes and burns very quickly under any stress. Even so called “premium” mattresses are pretty incapable of withstanding the pummeling of a fat bastard.

So, I think, we’ll look into one of those Select Comfort things. Me, now, I’ve slept soundly on a gravel driveway. I can sleep pretty much anywhere, and I don’t need any comfort to do it. Hell, I’ve slept standing up next to a blast furnace going full bore, with fire all around me.

What they sell you on, on the Select comfort, is that you and your bride can have individually adjustable sleep cells. And that is so true. Mine is usually set around 70, the Ogwife around -94. Which means that I’m sleeping on the edge of a cliff. It isn’t that it stops me from sleeping, because when I’m ready to sleep, nothing can do that, but I’ll find myself rolling downhill towards the Ogwife just because I tried to roll over. It brings back memories of when she was pregnant for the oglet; we had a full-grown border collie, Retardo the cat, and myself and the ogwife in a full sized bed. If I wanted to turn over, I had to get out of bed and get back in on the other side.

Nope, the select comfort is a fine bed, as long as you and the bride (or groom) are about the same size- god help you if there’s any disparity.

So a job has gone south again and I’m tapped to go in and turn the ship around. I drive out to South Bend, ancestral home of the Fritz’s (mom’s folks) and Gene Hardig, the offshoot relative for whom I’m (middle) named, developer of the Studebaker Avanti.

And can’t get to sleep ion my farging hotel for love or money. I’m still up at five AM, local time, and the clock is set for seven AM, local time. So as I finally get to sleep I’m ready to get up. And spend a day in a hot factory. And drive 120 miles home.

So I do what I can. I can get along with anyone, and I think having established a relationship with the customer (with whom nobody ELSE can get along) I think I’m gonna be able to turn this around and make it a success. I’m certainly going to try. It’ll be a damned sight easier with a decent night’s sleep under my belt.

One of the things you begin to notice as you collect firearms is theamount of space they begin to take up. Soon enough, you start to see why gun cabinets are so large, and why most of them are so damned expensive.

My biggest problem wioth most gun cabinests was their sheer size, followed closely by their cost. A decent gun cabinet cost as much as a decent used car, and the cheap ones might just as well be made out of tissue paper. A cabinet big enough for my (albeit small) collection with enough room to grow was going to take up a 3 foot square space. I needed a place to keep the growing oglet out of the collection as well, so something had to be done soon.

So i put a heavy door on my closet and a deadbolt, and stored the long guns amid my trousers for a long time. Worked ok, but I got tired of having to dig for keys every time I wanted a shirt.

So I started looking around. There were a lot of small safes with room for several guns but nothing in my price range that wasn’t made like a glorified filing cabinet.
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