I can get AN ACTUAL BED FRAME now!! And a futon mattress for the futon, which can be AN COUCH AND GUEST BED

I will prob build anchored walls for the toilet and shower area but otherwise I think I will just keep screens and dividers on hand. I love open space so much.

I was thinking about building a loft bed and I still might but... Xita likes to cuddle when it gets cold and she can't climb up to a loft bed unless I build it with very gentle stairs with a railing.

I mean also: my left hip and knee and right ankle and elbow and both hands.

Maaaybe I should stick with a conventional bed.

Sadly I don't think the fan support holds enough weight for me to be able to hang a swing from it or I would absolutely put a swing in the middle of my yurt.

Kinda tempted to do a lunar pendulum thing in honor of my paternal grandfather.

Wait the internet tells me it has nothing to with the moon, it's called a Foucault's pendulum and demonstrates the rotation of the earth.

See this is how you know I'm a sheep farmer.

Anyway my paternal grandfather was schizophrenic and a hoarder but also enormously interested in the world and I think particularly in physics. And one of the things he did was wander around collecting tire weights out of the gutters.

Back in the day they were made of lead. Once he had what he figured was enough, he melted them down and cast them into a pendulum.

Then he went up into the attic of his house and attached a cable to the highest point of the house. Underneath that he cut a hole. He cleared out the hoard under the hole, and cut another hole from the second story to the first directly under the first hole.

These were not, mind you, small holes. Anyway, he repeated the process one more time and got to the basement, where he hung his pendulum so it hovered just over the floor. He started it swinging and marked the plane it was swinging on.

Then he came back later and marked the plane it was swinging on again, which was different. Repeat.

At some point he decided to start trying to figure SOMETHING out mathematically on the floor by his marks. History does not relate what - i didn't hear this until after his death.

Sometime after this, when there's a swinging pendulum and a circle of marks and the kind of math that doesn't involve a lot of numbers written on the floor around it, his family visits and sees it and freaks out thinking he's worshiping Satan and tries to have him put away.

The court appoints the young lawyer who has just taken over as the county Public Guardian to look after my grandaddy's interests. The PG goes over to the house and sees the hoard, which at that juncture looked more like apocalyptic clutter - messy but the house was usable.

And the PG looks at the pendulum running from the highest point of the attic down to the basement. He realized math was happening but didn't connect it to the pendulum. He takes a bunch of Polaroids, for that was the time the story takes place in.

Now we meet the real hero of the story. He's telling his wife about this crazy man and his pendulum over dinner, and she says "Well he might be crazy but we saw a pendulum just like that at the science museum last month."

She sends her husband to the University of Kentucky with his stack of Polaroids to find a physics professor on the basis that it's unethical to institutionalize a man for being a Satanist when he's just doing physics.

The PG gets a physicist to look at the pile of Polaroids and some crude drawings of my grandaddy's equally crude set up, and the physicist delivers the verdict that for the tools he's got, grandaddy has done some good work here.

And oh, yeah, the physicist will be happy to testify in court that he's doing physics and not dark satanic rituals.

In the end my grandaddy got to stay in his home but had to take down his pendulum and have the floors repaired, and since he was in fact schizophrenic and needed someone to manage his affairs who wouldn't try to put him away for doing physics, he was put in the care of the PG.

The PG faithfully looked after him for 30 years, keeping my grandaddy from acting on impulses like doing surgery on his own hernia, getting him seeds for his garden, and helping set up places for snakes to hide so that grandaddy would let the lawn service mow.

...wow did this thread become a lengthy digression anyway that's why I'm tempted to put a Foucault's pendulum in the middle of my yurt.