When we exchanged Phoebe and Zoë's old bunk bed for Benjamin's new loft bed, we were left with a couple of old mattresses on our hands (because Benjamin's new bed frame is a full not a twin). They were rather inexpensive mattresses in the first place, so were never very comfortable, but various children have used them for...at least 13 years...so they'd...been through some...stuff.
I won't list all the bodily fluids they encountered. And, I mean, we used mattress covers...but they got gross anyway.
I don't really blame anyone for not wanting them.
But—goodness sakes!—do you know how much it costs to dispose of a mattress?
Luckily, I know a guy!
Actually, I don't really know him, but our neighbour up the street knows him and scrawled his phone number down for me on one of those blue shop towels while he was fixing his car after he spotted me out on a walk with my kids. He was wondering what I was planning to do with the broken down bicylce he spotted sitting beside our garbage can. I was like, "I honestly don't know!"
The city doesn't like to do bulky items.
So this neighbour hands me this corner of a shop towel and is like, "Text this guy—tell him Paul sent you."
This number—it's magic!
I text it and say, "Hey! I got a free bike from the Buy Nothing Group but, as it turns out, it's too junky for me to even attempt to fix...do you want it?" And he will say, "Yes!"
Next thing I know—the bike is gone.
And if a tree falls on my trampoline in the backyard (and I get a new(er) trampoline from the Buy Nothing Group to replace it), I can text the guy and say, "How about a smashed trampoline frame?"
And he'll text back and say, "Do you want me to take the springs, too?"
And I'll be like, "Absolutely!"
So after watching some YouTube videos on how to disassemble and recycle old mattresses, I texted this guy and was like, "Sooooo...mattress coils?"
And he was like, "If you strip the mattress down, yes, I will take the coils."
I'm pretty sure he sells junk to the scrap metal place down the road, which I could probably do myself—there's a place down the road that takes it—but I don't have the inclination to collect enough to bother trying to sell it.
Anyway, that's how Benjamin and I found ourselves ripping apart a mattress this evening:
We've finished with one. Now we just have to do the other one and we'll be good to go.
Here's Benjamin pretending to sleep on the bare mattress coils:
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