I Traded Cabo For A Murphy Bed?

 

We own a timeshare in Cabo San Lucas. Because I don’t care for the intrusiveness of the place, we exchange each year for somewhere else. I really like the Oregon Coast, but we’ve had difficulty over the years trading for anything. Only two places ever come up for trade. We’ve now stayed in each twice. It’s not that they’re not nice resorts, because they are. But you never know what you’re going to get when you exchange your property. We have a studio in Cabo which is really nice. Typically, even on the rare times where we trade for another studio, we get a real bed to sleep in. Not this time. This time, we have a Murphy bed to sleep in. For those who don’t know what those are, they’re a bed that folds up into the wall. This particular mattress is strapped on to a frame down at the foot area, with the buckle, or whatever it is, on the top. They could have put the damn thing on the underside of the mattress so that we didn’t feel it all night long. But, no.

After all the years of severe rheumatoid arthritis, and all the swelling in my feet that no one did anything about, some of the nerves in my feet don’t function as they should. My feet feel numb and have feeling in them all at the same time. It’s odd. Seriously odd. So, anything that touches my feet has to be soft. That buckle, even though it’s under the sheet, doesn’t meet that criteria.

The other place we’ve traded for at least has a separate bedroom. But there’s a light outside the bedroom window and the shades are those vertical blinds that never block out anything, so it’s basically a fully lit room at night. We tried blocking out the light to no avail, so last year we left early, only a couple of days in, going home so that we could sleep. The place we’re in this time isn’t much better.

The minute we got to the front desk to check in, I had a feeling a sales pitch was coming. We were referred to the Concierge desk for our parking pass. A lovely woman made a beeline for us and it was game on. She was actually a really good salesperson. I said no, four times I believe, and she heard none of it. Jerry had to use the restroom and wasn’t happy we were delayed. We had driven five hours to get there and we were tired and wanted to go to the room, but no, that wasn’t happening. So we agreed to see the new penthouse and hear about all of their properties on the following day. We were offered a $100 gift card just for attending.

Okay. A little something about me, in case you haven’t read anything from my blog. I’m a witch. Witches don’t suffer fools gladly, or whatever the expression is. In other words, we have massive bullshit meters that go off all day every day. If you offer me a gift card, I view it as a bribe. And then I’m done with you. Period. But I went along so we could get out of there. I thought, what’s an hour or two of our time. You know, on the one vacation we get all year.

When we arrived at the room, it was a done deal. The last thing I was doing was listening to how great this place was when apparently I traded Cabo for a Murphy bed. But all is not lost, because a storm is coming and there’s nothing like the Oregon Coast during a winter storm. The first time we stayed at the other place, there were nearly hurricane-force winds. It was awesome!

So, the storm will save our vacation, because I will experience every last moment of it. That’s what witches do. We embrace the power, becoming energized by it. Storms have always had a magnetic effect on me, so I await its majesty.

It’s sad that the only way we can sleep in a fully darkened room would be to figure out a way to strap ourselves on the Murphy bed and fold up inside the wall. I bet it would be dark enough then. Oh, and I’m from the Murphy clan. From what I’ve read, we’re all related. And organized. Must be where I get my Daytimer obsession.

~Blessings to all!