In the end, the legs were too long
A special thanks to the fellow on speakerphone this evening. We called him, across a long haul, and he tried his best to get up through a traumatic time. Today, I decided to get more of the famous Murphy bed completed; the piles of pieces were depressing. And slowly, page by page, I worked through the schematics until I could do no more on my own.
The bed comes with a pair of substantial springs. All the better to hold the mattress up and out of sight during daylight. We’d been warned, at the store, in conversation, through the instruction sheets to NEVER open the bed until the spring assembly was correctly installed. I’m willing to follow the rules.
And so, round about dark, we placed a first call to our mentor. He was clear: “I can’t really tell you how this works, but I’ll try to keep you out of danger”… or something similar. We tried to fit the A into the B, but it kept coming apart. Finally, I clued in that the extra plank, over in the corner, was actually something necessary. Step back two, fix the error, continue.
Finally, the big moment, where we try to fit two metal staples into the corresponding holes. I’d show you a picture, but as the guy on the phone said… and it didn’t work, easily. The poor man on the phone must have loved our dialogue, as tools piled up beneath the structure, and the dog howled because the coyotes were howling, and we knew it was just one more move…
The bed is now together. We’re still stressed (not because of the coyotes), and the legs on the bed might be too long. That sounds like a problem for tomorrow.
