In the Rank Sweat of an Enseamed Bed

Did your parents’ bedroom smell? My parents’ bedroom, into which I would wander as a child, always had the  sweaty, foetid odor of the marsh. I think this was because they slept on the same mattress or palliasse, which was stuffed with straw, heather and virgin hair, that had been handed down for about a thousand years and things rank and gross in Nature possessed it merely.

I have owned a bed for the last 13 years that I have never liked. It was bought in California but was too big and too soft from the outset.  Whenever I went into my bedroom I was reminded of my parents bog-like sleeping. Also Western beds take up too much space.  So determined to rid my self of my pestilent bed.

Actually the main motivation was to use my truck for truck stuff.

Gakiya san, my neighbor, dismantle and load the bed onto truck

Gakiya san, my neighbor, helped to dismantle and load the bed onto truck

I love my truck

I love my truck

We set off for the dump but after about 10 meters the load falls over and we have to return to base.

I love it when things go wrong, it is always so much more interesting.

I love it when things go wrong, it is always so much more interesting.

We make it to the dump

We make it to the dump

Get behind me Satan

Get behind me Satan

My current bed

My current bed

I do not think I will ever own a big bed again. Tatami mat +futon is the way to go.

Then the sun went down

Then the sun went down

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2 Responses to In the Rank Sweat of an Enseamed Bed

  1. Mike Taylor says:

    Hamlet’s “enseamed bed” sheds new light on the expression “in the sack”, and there was I thinking of the other kind of seamen. Did they really have sleeping bags in those days or couldn’t they spell properly ?

  2. Ha! Close naval encounter – no seamen lost.

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