So, as you can see we now have a new bed. The cats had been nagging us to get one so that they would also have somewhere to go underneath. Plus, unlike the two of us, they had never in the past experienced the hippie lifestyle and were mortified that other cats would see pictures of them on the internet sleeping on a mattress on the floor!
We wheeled our handtruck a couple of miles down to Pier 11, took the boat to Brooklyn, tied on the two boxes (one the bed frame, the other the wooden strips that form the bottom) and returned by boat to Manhattan. We rolled the handtruck-and-bed along the East River to the South Ferry subway stop, squeezed through the turnstile and took two elevators down to the track and the #1 local train to Christopher Street. Another turnstile squeeze to exit, two flights up to the street, two blocks to Jones Street and three flights up to the apartment and we were home!
Of course, then one must assemble the thing, an event which was made more difficult by the fact that one of the pieces had holes drilled in the wrong places. (It's not like we were going to return it) But it happens David has an electric drill and quite a few bits so he 're-manufactured' it. David also blushes to admit that we have a car here in the city (though any trip on the Brooklyn/Queens Expressway is also something of an adventure in itself)but that he would rather not loose his primo parking place.... the best parking place in the entire West Village! Now , sometime soon, we need to return to Ikea to buy a dresser, kitchen table and chairs, but if we are lucky we will find them discarded on the streets of the West Village when we make our nightly walks....