Lloyd’s dad had some foot surgery recently, so they are companions in pain. Raise a glass of pain killers to each other, gentlemen!
My own dad is doing well, and to go back and answer my Mom’s question about toys, let me show you a terrible ipad drawing of my childhood bed.
In the parsonage where I grew up, one of the back bedrooms had two closets. I guess it was the master bedroom? My sister and I shared it and my dad designed and built an awesome floor-to-ceiling bunk bed that divided the room and gave us each our own space.
My sister’s side was called Keren’s Kave. She had the lower bunk, some drawers, and I think mirrored tiled on at least one side of the top. When she went to college my brother Mark moved in, he was the drum major for the marching band and he would wear headphones and practice his directing in those mirror tiles. I could tell the beat of the music by his breathing.
On my side it was Lauren’s Loft. It was fantastic! I used a Holly Hobbie sleeping bag instead of a blanket. I kept an umbrella up there so when I was done reading at night I could reach out with it and hit the light switch on the wall. I kept an envelope taped to the top brace by the ceiling so I could hide money.
The top of the ladder was built so I wouldn’t roll out. My cat would climb the ladder to sleep with me and the first time she did I almost screamed at the scrabble-scrabble of her claws on the ladder.
I had two drawers underneath but the middle space was open. I would set it up like a little dollhouse for the cat, complete with bedside lamps made from chess pawns and toothpaste caps.
I also had mirror tile on one side, and I would stare often at the weird little girl in there. She was creepy.
Thanks for the cool bed, Dad!