I saw this poor discarded fouton frame and I knew we were destined to be together.
The other morning I went running, my usual route, and I barely start and I see some interesting stuff at the curb. I don't usually pull stuff out of the trash, honestly I'm not a dumpster diver, but I do check out what people have thrown out. I think it's interesting and it keeps my run a little interesting. And one time, years ago, I snagged a HUGE metal, antique coca-cola sign that I absolutely love.
So on this run I noticed some wood that had a pattern that intrigued me and the wood looked to be in good shape. I got closer and my heart skipped a little, the wood thing was a fouton frame. An awesome fouton frame! It was exactly what I was looking for. I've been very excited about redecorating my office and I want to put a bed/couch/daybed up there for company and my niece and nephew. I can't afford much so a fouton was probably the best way to go. A free fouton was definitely the best way to go. I plan on painting it anyway so the fact that its used and free makes me feel a little better about painting wood.
So I slow my run a little to send my friend Kevin a text message. I know its close to home, but still too heavy and awkward for me to carry. He was out of town and thought maybe he'd be around by 9:30 to help. At 9:30 pm I realized that he meant 9:30 am the following day. So I went to bed.
The next day Kevin had some issues getting back to town and wouldn't be back until later in the afternoon. Well, at this point the excitement of the free fouton had worn off and I told him not to worry and to come back whenever he could. And then I went for my run and saw a man loading the fouton and its co-garbage into a trailer. I figured he was one of the guys who sold that stuff at flea markets and said good bye to my fouton as I ran by.
The next day passed and I was a little disappointed about not getting a free fouton, but I decided I'd try Freecycle after I got the rest of the room done.
So the following day I take my garbage to the curb and look down the street and there it is! The fouton has returned! I called Kevin and he raced right over. The garbage truck had already started its rounds on my street. This time Kevin arrived in time and we snagged my fouton. It's a little broken. One of the bottom supports has cracked wood, but it's easily fixable. And because I plan on painting it, it doesn't matter if I replace that piece entirely.
Right now its sitting in my garage and will probably stay there for most of the winter, but I'm really happy it found its way home.
