What's shakin' groovy guys and gals?
Lookin' to crash my pad and get some good vibes? Well it's all copacetic and mind-bending psychedelic.
Let it all hang out man. Play us some Dylan on the turntable.
They don't talk like that anymore. And oh mama, I can't sleep like a hippie no more. Knock, Knock, Knockin' on Neptune's door. It's getting wet, too wet sleep.
For over 30 years I've slept on a water bed, a vestige of the cultural revolution's attempt to modify our space through the 1970's and beyond, all the better because it was different and looked radical. Free love, open marriage, tune in and turn on and drop out, expand your mind with acid, sleep on a water bed - I'd say none of this turned out to be particularly as good as advertised, with the possible exception of the last one. But all things and experiments must run their course.
So, when we discovered the wet spot on the edge of the bed; we could come to only two logical conclusions, and we ended up believing that we probably had sprung a leak (thus we excluded items #1 and #2 on the above list). We can all sleep better now - no matter what we end up sleeping on. We hooked up a siphoning device that came with the water bed to try and drain it into our shower. It did not work very quickly, nor very well. I thought between the four science degrees around here, we could do better. Home Depot's cheapest and shortest garden hose was acquired, cut to a minimum length and then attached to the port in the waterbed mattress and and the other end was fed through the bedroom window screen. With a giant sucking sound, the water flowed like whiskey at a Grateful Dead concert out onto the lawn.
We kept the old box frame, threw out the moldy plastic liner and bought a "highest rated luxury mattress" on line (with a 120 money-back guarantee sleep trial). We do not slosh around, the sheets are appropriately dry, we can easily roll off the new mattress rather than lift ourselves up and over the the old mattress frame. And so, our hippie days are over -- almost... We still have a groovy Lava Lamp on the night stand. Good vibes and good dreams.
Peace, Love and a good night's rest to all!
Lookin' to crash my pad and get some good vibes? Well it's all copacetic and mind-bending psychedelic.
Let it all hang out man. Play us some Dylan on the turntable.
They don't talk like that anymore. And oh mama, I can't sleep like a hippie no more. Knock, Knock, Knockin' on Neptune's door. It's getting wet, too wet sleep.
For over 30 years I've slept on a water bed, a vestige of the cultural revolution's attempt to modify our space through the 1970's and beyond, all the better because it was different and looked radical. Free love, open marriage, tune in and turn on and drop out, expand your mind with acid, sleep on a water bed - I'd say none of this turned out to be particularly as good as advertised, with the possible exception of the last one. But all things and experiments must run their course.
So, when we discovered the wet spot on the edge of the bed; we could come to only two logical conclusions, and we ended up believing that we probably had sprung a leak (thus we excluded items #1 and #2 on the above list). We can all sleep better now - no matter what we end up sleeping on. We hooked up a siphoning device that came with the water bed to try and drain it into our shower. It did not work very quickly, nor very well. I thought between the four science degrees around here, we could do better. Home Depot's cheapest and shortest garden hose was acquired, cut to a minimum length and then attached to the port in the waterbed mattress and and the other end was fed through the bedroom window screen. With a giant sucking sound, the water flowed like whiskey at a Grateful Dead concert out onto the lawn.
We kept the old box frame, threw out the moldy plastic liner and bought a "highest rated luxury mattress" on line (with a 120 money-back guarantee sleep trial). We do not slosh around, the sheets are appropriately dry, we can easily roll off the new mattress rather than lift ourselves up and over the the old mattress frame. And so, our hippie days are over -- almost... We still have a groovy Lava Lamp on the night stand. Good vibes and good dreams.
Peace, Love and a good night's rest to all!
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