July 9, 2009

  • That was... disconcerting

    About 3 am, I'm woken up by a loud crash. (As in something in the house falling down, not vehicles colliding outside.) I'd hung a few things in the last couple of days; one of them was a medicine cabinet-type thing in the master bathroom. I drag myself out of bed to go look, but no, the cabinet is still on the wall.

    I give a mental shrug and decide to figure it out after I'm supposed to be awake. I make my way back to bed.

    Then I notice the very large picture I had hung above the bed - centered in between the two posts - isn't there anymore. Well, shit. That thing had been expensive to frame. And pretty heavy, heavy enough to pull out one of the two picture hangers I'd put in the wall to hold it up.

    On the plus side, it managed to fall straight down so it landed in between my bed and the wall. Which beats the heck out of it falling forward and smacking me in my sleeping head that was right below it. Did I mention that this picture is heavy? Lovely non-glare glass and everything. (Well, not so lovely anymore, what with the big chunks of glass that broke and are now in the trash. Stupid gravity.)

    Now I'm going to have to reframe the darned thing. I'll keep the same frame, even though it does have a big ol' chunk of wood missing from the point of impact. And I think this time I'll go with plexi-glass instead of the heavier stuff. It stinks that I'll have to take the whole thing apart to replace the glass, but I'm not spending another $200+ to have it done at Michael's. I've framed a couple of my smaller pieces myself, I'll do this one too.

    But yeah, really glad not to have been woken up by a concussion. Or, you know, not woken up at all.