Shannon's Bed, revisited...

So, it occurred to me that I have this whole empty attic, and it's nice and cool now that fall has settled in. I suggested to Shannon that we take the box springs, which don't actually weigh much, from his crazy mega-bed, and store them in the attic for the next few months. He was game. So, my friend JD was over and I wheedled them into performing the chore while I supervised.

Shannon's first comment upon seeing his beautiful, normal-height bed was "Dang, now I'll be at the wrong angle to play my Playstation." I ignored that. They carried it down the hall and started into the attic, but the stairs are steep, the opening narrow, and, alas, the project was a bust...

So now Shannon's box springs are leaned against the wall in the so-called "breakfast room" (Listen, I neither built nor appointed this room -- I was told that's what it is, and no one -- men people, anyway -- seems to understand when I refer them to retrieve something from "the breakfast room." It is most frustrating).

I am left asking myself: Why are so many of my best ideas thwarted by architecture?