Well the field trip and night out were great fun, but Friday's furniture debacle was not.

Spent the morning totally emptying and cleaning the bedroom.

The shop staff cheerfully packed the bedroom suite into my cargo trailer, with many pads and blankets. They failed to remove a heavy trifold mirror from the vanity, instead loading it in topheavy and impossible for me to unload. Blessedly realized it was only 4 screws, easily removed.

The dresser had treble-clef-like mirror brackets which made the piece too tall to wheel out of the trailer. Only two nuts to remove these, theoretically, but alas, square ones impossible to unscrew through the cutouts available---only the exact size of slim standard wrench would have had even a chance. Needlenose pliers, useless, ratchets nope, channellocks forget it. But, maneuvered the thing out with a couple of scary moves dropping it onto dollies.

All safely in the house, discovered every bit of it had not been cleaned in decades. By this time the sun has gone down, and I decide to just clean and set up the bed, a bit tricky two-handed.

Finally it's assembled, the moment of truth. Drop my new standard-double box spring into the standard-double bed. Will not fit. The curvy wood on head and footboard would not allow passage of a rigid box. Tried every possible way, but no go.   By this time I'm exhausted and panicky because I've taken down the old bed frame, and have to get up at 4 a.m. for a field trip. So, drop the mattress on the 5 inadequate slats (it is flexible enough to slide in), and hope for the best. It sleeps okay but not a permanent solution, especially because you can't sit on the bed, you wind up across the siderail.

Now apparently I have to either order a custom box spring (and I am fresh out of willingness to pay up for weird unexpected costs), or I have to construct a low plywood platform to substitute for the box spring. And no, I don't have a workbench set up yet, and I'm not a good carpenter, but, looks like I am now in the sawing and screwing business. Perhaps the lumberyard will whack some plywood sheets in half for me so I can load them in the RV and begin work. I refuse to run helpless to the carpenter.