I have an old bed. It was old when I got it. Before then, it was pretty old when my dad got it. I think it might've been new when my grandfather got it, but I'm not sure. Point is, it's at least sixty or seventy years old.
Yesterday night, as I was crawling into bed (PROTIP: crawling vertically is hard!), I heard something that sounded like a crack widening in a board. It is somewhat concerning that I would immediately leap to such a conclusion based on a brief noise, but at the time, I was more concerned about that fact that my conclusion was correct. After a brief it's-late-and-I-don't-feel-like-thinking-rationally attempt at stuffing some things under the bedframe, in the area of the crack, I finally gave up and decided that my bed was no longer capable of supporting weight.
I think it's fixable. The crack had not yet widened to the point where any wood had fallen off, and it's on the side of one of the legs, so I don't need to worry about realigning anything. I squirted a bunch of wood glue down the crack and put my Awesome Clamp on it. My guess is that when the glue dries, the bed will be stronger than it was before the crack appeared.
What mainly worries me is that the same leg cracked in a different place a couple years ago, and it also happened to do it a little while after I'd moved. Since I'm presumably going to be at least moving into a different apartment after I graduate (and probably to a different state), this is a bad omen for the Bed of Many Generations. On the other hand, I try my hardest not to believe in omens, so maybe it isn't an issue.
The lesson here is that Elmer's changed the design of their wood glue bottles, and if you don't consider that possibility, you'll end up having to ask an employee at ShopRite to find one for you. All I could do to hide my embarrassment was to think to myself, "Shut up, my bed broke and I'm tired."
...and that's how I discovered that the space in the middle of my room is just barely big enough to fit a mattress.
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