The last caretaker living in the Mansfield House left a steel bed, box frame, and mattress behind, in the parlor chamber. This afternoon, I wanted just to move all this to another room, when I discovered, much to my chagrin, that the mattress was a water mattress. And of course, you can’t simply move one without emptying the water first; they’re simply too heavy.
So, I opened the outer casing, removed the cells, and carried each, one at a time, down the back stairs into the bathroom (yes, that’s right — my rear second floor stair leads straight into the first floor bathroom):
Next, I opened the plug on each cell and drained its aqueous contents into the tub:
Then, I spread the empty cells out on the kitchen floor. What do I do with them now? It all looks rather expensive to me. So, I’ll attempt to contact the former caretaker and find out if she wants it all returned:
Later on, I encountered my first ghost in the cellar. It’s a well known fact that all old homes have ghosts — this one only took a while to finally reveal itself, and its Halloween pumpkin, as well: