Reclaimed wood bed frame

Throwaway account.
I’m writing this out of concern for a good friend who has been facing significant challenges after suffering a massive stroke four years ago in New York State. Their condition has left them unable to walk or care for themselves fully. For the past four years, they have been in and out of medical rehab facilities and hospitals, and for nearly two years, they have been in the same medical rehab facility in New York.
Recently, my friend expressed their intention to sign themselves out of their current medical rehab facility in order to participate in a "stroke study" conducted by a chiropractor. The study claims to offer miraculous healing by simply lying in one of their beds for eight hours. However, it requires participants to be relatively independent, which my friend is not, as they still rely on assistance for typical day-to-day tasks.
The concern is that if my friend leaves their current medical rehab/nursing home, they will lose their bed and potentially become homeless. Moreover, the study is taking place in a nearby state, and my friend expects to be miraculously healed by its conclusion. If their condition doesn't improve, they plan to enter another medical rehab facility in a different city in New York. However, they have not been accepted into any other nursing homes at this time, and securing a bed is extremely difficult due to long waiting lists and staffing shortages.
My friend's family, consisting of their elderly mother and a few sisters, strongly opposes this decision. They believe my friend has been brainwashed and is acting out of desperation to find a cure for their paralysis. It's clear that my friend may not be in the right frame of mind to make sound judgments regarding their own healthcare.
From a legal standpoint, I would appreciate understanding what options my friend's family might have to prevent them from signing themselves out and keep them in their current medical rehab facility. Can they get a conservatorship to keep him from making his own medical decisions?
Any advice or guidance regarding the legal actions the family can take to protect my friend's well-being and prevent them from making potentially harmful decisions would be greatly appreciated. It should me mentioned that this is all time sensitive has he plans to leave one week from tomorrow.
Thank you in advance for your assistance.

In a bit of a pinch, got rear ended and have frame damage; totaled. Sharing my dads truck at the moment and would like to custom order since every dealer doesn’t have what I’m looking for.
Side question, hindsight after the accident. Do you remove your ball hitch when not in use to prevent frame damage? Wondering what the damage would’ve been if I didn’t have it on.
I’m mostly looking to stay under 60k and I don’t want a lot, but a black f150 XL or XLT with 2.7 eco V6, 4x4, tow package, vinyl floors, supercab with 6.5 bed, work station console, 400w outlet are among the things dealers don’t typically offer. I don’t need the sport package like every dealer has.
Did anyone upgrade to a supercrew with 6.5 bed for the extra foot of truck length? If so, how do you like it?

The deck work isn’t much, just replace a broken /rotted board.

I want to frame the ceiling of my garage so I can add drywall. I was told to use channel furring (hat channel) but a lot of the guides I have watched show people using wood. What should I do?
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Exactly as the title says. We just got her a few days ago, introductions to my cat are settled and they’re okay with each other now, but my kitten just doesn’t sleep. She’s three months old, and just came from a house where she had literally no limitations and could do whatever she wanted, eat whatever she wanted off of everyone’s plates, etc. I get that she’s a kitten and I try to be patient, but I have a lot of trouble sleeping with noise and I find it really bothersome. She just won’t go to sleep, and she insists on playing in the bedroom instead of outside of it. I feel bad kicking her out too because she’s so sweet! All she wants is attention, she’s always in whatever room we’re in. But neither me nor my boyfriend can stand her at 3am climbing the bed frame and smacking the loudest toy she can find or playing in our hair. I have no problem with her sleeping in the bed. My only problem is that if she wants to play she insists on doing it in our room.
We have a couple of ideas but I want to hear what everyone else thinks. Should we just encourage her to play outside of our room? Do we kick her out and let her cry it out the first few nights? I don’t know anymore. Nothing sounds like the right thing to do.

Hey there, M27 here.
I'm trying to understand/accept that my childhood was anything but normal. Still, I doubt my thoughts every day, thinking I only make that trauma up, that everything was actually normal (and it's me who is just weird).
So today I watched on YouTube people's morning routines who go to school to understand how others live. and I was stunned, that all these people seemed so "independent", they had their own morning basically and they took care of themselves.
So I decided to share my morning routine (which was there since I can remember and was still exactly like this when I was 18 years old).
From my perspective this was what happened every single week day:
6:15 my dad comes to me into my bed 6:15 - 6:45 my dad lays next to me spooning and cuddling me for 30min 6:45 - 6:50 my mum brings me a piece of bread into my bed and I eat half-asleep (nearly suffocating sometimes) 6:50 - 6:58 my mum lays into my bed and cuddles with me while we watch kids TV 6:58 - 7:08 I go to the bathroom (holding a stuffed animal in front of my dick to cover my morning wood, no joke) 7:08 - 7:20 done in the bathroom, going to the living room and laying onto an armchair where my dad already lays in and we cuddle more while watching TV (we always watched TV programs intended for 5 year olds, even when I was 18) 7:20 - 7:30 my dad drives me to school I cannot believe this happened when I look on it. But now it's offmychest.

I recently started a new job working from home. I'll be honest, its been AMAZING. My love for life has increased significantly ever since getting this job. I wake up at 8am and start work at 8am. When I have downtime, I don't have to pretend I'm working on an excel document. My downtime = playing Tears of the Kingdom or Diablo4. I can work from my desk, my bed, and even while I tan outside. This upcoming Monday I plan on working in the woods while I hammock. Working from home has made life so enjoyable I don't mind when the weekend is over! Working really isn't much different then having the day off for me. I love working from home. I was thinking about how much it would take for me to work on-site, and I've came to the conclusion that I'd need at least a 40% increase in salary. Even with a large increase, I'd still be hesitant to go on-site. My anxiety is also non-existent when working from home because I'm so comfortable. How do you guys feel about working from home? What would it take for you to go back to working on-site?

The previous owners removed the strike plate to install a doggy door. So the door cannot lock securely. We started using a piece of wood in the track, but my daughter now pulls it out. So we need to replace the strike plate.
Is this something where I need to replace it with one large piece or three small latch points? Also open to other lock type suggestions in the meantime like the ones that screw into the frame.
Latch one to two = 19 inches Latch two to three = 17 inches Whole plate = 47 inches

Hi all,
A little vent/need advice. Yesterday was my husband and my first wedding anniversary. The day was nice as the kids had big sports events that day. After the kids were all in bed I gave hubby the thoughtful gifts I bought/made for the paper year. I got a wedding photo printed out, bought a bigger frame, used a beautiful scrap book lace paper as the background and stamped hearts out wedding cards and glued them all around. I also got a leather journal for us to write in for anniversaries, birthdays, etc so our love is all in one place. His mother even left us a gift on our porch. He then obviously felt like a POS and the word vomit started to come out. He didn't take it serious cause there's been everything else on his plate and also didn't think it was a big deal. He also thought well which anniversary are we celebrating our first date one or wedding one. Even if it was the case where he did something big for our first date anniversary He still didn't even put any thought into the day at all (he got me flowers and called it good on our first date anniversary). He is usually a gift giver so the whole love language being opposite of that is not it. I guess I can't even say I expected a gift. I expected some thought put into the evening of like a back rub or even a handmade card? I explained to him that I was a bit hurt and he just said everything above. Idk what I'm looking for in posting this. I just needed to share and get it off my chest.

The Hero's Awakening
In the realm of the cozy bedroom, where dreams intertwined with reality, a great battle was about to unfold. The slumbering hero, enveloped in the depths of a warm embrace with the sheets, prepared to embark on a journey known to many as "Getting Out of Bed."
As the first rays of the rising sun gently caressed the room, the hero's eyelids fluttered, awakening the spirit within. But alas, a formidable adversary stood before them: the treacherous Call of Comfort, enticing the hero to stay nestled in the realms of dreams. The hero, however, knew that the world awaited their presence, urging them to rise and face the challenges that lay beyond the confines of their chamber.
Summoning the strength of determination, the hero cast aside the siren song of the pillow's embrace. With an unparalleled display of willpower, they flung the covers away, exposing themselves to the chill of the morning air. The hero's muscles, still drowsy from the night's repose, protested against the sudden movement, but the indomitable spirit within prevailed.
With each step toward the edge of the bed, the hero encountered the Abyss of Cold Floors. It beckoned, threatening to drain the warmth that clung to their body. Yet, the hero pressed on, their feet touching the icy surface. Through sheer resilience, they ignored the frosty tendrils that snaked up their legs, for they knew that the path to greatness was never easy.
The hero, now fully aware of their purpose, stood tall at the foot of the bed, their determination resonating throughout the room. Like a warrior donning their armor, they adorned themselves in garments befitting their noble quest. The battle garb wrapped around their body, becoming a second skin, empowering them with the confidence to face the trials that awaited.
But the challenges did not end there. The hero, now prepared for battle, gazed upon the battlefield strewn with the remnants of dreams and slumber. A daunting landscape met their eyes, cluttered with various obstacles and perils. The Pillows of Temptation whispered promises of continued rest, while the Blankets of Coziness tugged at their ankles, trying to reclaim their lost champion.
Undeterred, the hero mustered their fortitude, summoning a reserve of courage from within. They leaped, evading the clutches of the treacherous blankets and pillows, conquering each hurdle with unwavering determination. The very act of rising from the bed transformed into a feat of bravery, a testament to the hero's unwavering resolve.
Finally, the hero stood victorious, having conquered the trials of Getting Out of Bed. They stood at the threshold of a new day, ready to face the challenges that awaited them. From the humble battlefield of their bedroom, they emerged as a symbol of resilience, an embodiment of triumph over comfort.
And so, the epic tale of heroism that began with the simple act of rising from bed resonated far beyond the boundaries of the room. The hero, fueled by their triumph, carried the indomitable spirit within them, ready to face whatever adventures the day would bring. For within the hero's heart, the flame of valor burned brightly, forever reminding them of the courageous act of getting out of bed.

I had been a hunter for most of my life leading up to this incident. The smell of the warm air and the beauty of nature always had me at ease. I never felt scared alone at night because I have seen everything there is to be scared of. I have seen bears the size of a small car and animals so vicious they would kill anything that moved.
The one thing I was never scared of was deer. I had heard the tales of the Skinwalker, The Wendigo and pretty much anything in-between. My uncle was an expert in tracking and hunting, We always went on trips together and would always come back with a fresh kill. He had something about him, It was a rule. I remember it so vividly because it was weird. He never wanted to go hunting in winter. I never asked why. I don't know but something about it always had me on edge.
One day it was winter and I was about to go deer hunting when my uncle stopped at my front door. When he came in he saw my packed supplies and my rifle and knew I was about to go hunting. He immediately burst into a wrath of anger as he dragged me to a wall and got into my face. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?" His spit went all over my face as he looked crazy, He looked primal as if he was fearful of something that he did not want to share, It's the same face you would expect a child to make if they were dumped in the middle of nowhere, The same face of fear you see in people who have PTSD.
I calmly brushed him off and got to the door saying I was going hunting. I was not about to fight with my uncle and ruin this trip as I hadn't gone hunting for close to a month. When you hunt you get adjusted to it and when you go on breaks you actually miss it.
As I got into my truck my uncle peered at me out the window. He was there to take care of my house but before I reversed he left with the door open. My uncle is prone to outbursts. As I should mention, He's only ever done it a few times and it's always in a situation where the reaction suits it. Not this one however. What was so bad about hunting in the winter?
The spot I had planned was an isolated one. It was a very heavily forested area which I had not been to before. I obviously had mapped the area out and brought essential survival tools in case the worst came. But I never thought I would have to use it after all those years out in the forest.
When I arrived the crisp cold air immediately saturated me in discomfort, I quickly got another layer of clothes on before I started to walk to where I would set up camp for the night. The clearing I had chosen was a pretty tight one, There was a big tree in the center that stood tall above the rest. It was called the forest star which suited it. Around the clearing the forest was extremely dense, Almost no sun shone through the top. There was a small hunting tower north of the entrance of the clearing so it was a direct walk from camp.
As I walked ahead I noticed something. There were small droplets of blood littering the ground. My first thought was that it must have been an injured animal or something like that but the droplets were small and almost even. I shook the thought out of my head and made it to my setup and I started to pin my tent. When I was done I checked my watch. It was around 5:30 pm. I had around 2 hours for hunting before it was pitch black and so I made it to the tower.
When I undid my rifle from its case I heard scampering. Shaking it off I took position and waited. As I stood there time almost slowed down, I was in a precise focus and was ready for anything. I wasn't ready for what I saw. Out came 2 small bucks that seemed injured, There were small droplets of blood coming from their eyes. As I focused in I saw that it wasn't dried blood, It was fresh and it was oozing from their eyes.
I was shocked, I had never seen anything like it. Multiple scenarios ran through my head. I was thinking "Had a hunter shot both of them in the eyes and managed to not kill them" But each scenario seemed more unlikely then the last.
I took aim at the closest one and shot it. It stood there for a second just not moving. Then they trotted off as if nothing had happened. Blood was running from the wound so I had obviously hit it, But it didn't seem scared nor phased. I decided that was enough and sort of jogged to my site. I was freaked out and decided that I'd cook dinner and go to bed early.
When I scampered around my pack I pulled out a tin of beans. I grabbed a pot and started a fire and began cooking them. As I cracked open a beer the familiar sound of a branch snapping sounded off next to me. I thought it was probably just a small deer and I brushed it off as I sat and relaxed. I was thinking about the deer and I started to chalk it up to the fact I must not have hit deep and the deer were shocked.
When I finished eating I went to bed. I was shivering in the night cold and I could feel my body shaking uncontrollably. As I dozed off after a brutal 2 hours of cold I heard another snap. This time however, It was a-lot louder. Like a bear. I immediately grabbed my rifle and went out of my tent. My fire burned low and in the distance I saw 2 red lights. I walked towards it when my mind started to race. Something felt wrong.
As I closed the distance my gut was literally twisted, My mind was anxious and I felt like I was about to break down. Then I realized what was wrong. Those weren't lights. They were 2 big beady solid red eyes. There were no pupils, They were just orbs hovering.
When I realized I stood frozen, I thought it was a big cat but what emerged was so much worse. Its fur was black, Darker than the night around us, Its antlers grew twisted and uneven. But the worst part? It was crying blood. Deep red droplets were pelting down its unnatural eyes. I couldn't make a sound, I was frozen in fear.
Then it started to make sounds, The sounds of a baby crying. It was horrible. The sounds of unnatural wails filled the cold air making it worse. My body felt crumpled and so I finally broke out into a sprint. When I looked back it stood there. It wasn't even breathing. But the sounds of that baby crying weren't fading. It was like a speaker was attached to my ear.
When I made it back to camp I rushed to pack my stuff. In a hurry I ran leaving the tent behind and I rushed to my truck. As I fumbled with the keys I saw that something was walking slowly towards me. That's when the whispering started. Terrible faint voices echoed throughout the forest as my mind started to close. I felt my cerebral melting as anything I tried to do would not happen, It was like sleep paralysis.
As I stood there I found the strength to finally open the door and get in my car. I slammed the door shut and that thing was right at the window. I started to sob as I jammed the keys in the ignition. My mind felt fried as I swerved out of there. I didn't care if I hit anything, I just wanted to be away from that thing.
Before I could properly back out it stood up on its legs and it repeated a voice I recognised “You… You do not escape thee.. The forests are.. Mine..” It was my grandpa's voice. He died when I was 6 and I never knew any of the details.
The thing then made a howl, a terrible shrieking howl that hurt my entire body. As it did so I heard scampering as more of those things came out. They had blood running from their eyes as well. The baby cries started again and thats when i finally drove out of that fucking place.
When I raced home I immediately barged into the door. My shoulder ached but I didn't care. I shoved my door and locked it and ran into my kitchen. That's when I saw my uncle sitting at the table enjoying a small glass of scotch.
"So.. You saw what I did , didn't you Anthony?"
"I..I" I couldn't form words. I was so shocked. My uncle came up to me and said "What you saw out there is my rule I abide by. There are things in those forests in winter that are so horrible even the most seasoned can't handle it. I saw it when I was a boy and since then I don't hunt during winter."
I finally mustered a sentence "W-What was it." He took a small sip before sitting me down "You saw something called Urburak, It is an ancient being that dwells in the forests during these winters. Hunters who see it usually never are the same again but some never come home. I was lucky."
My uncle sort of sniffled as he told me about his encounter with Urburak.
"When I was 23 my father and I went out into the woods on a very cold winter to hunt. Our family was struggling so we didn't have much food. When we were hunting my father called out to me but before I could even get to him I heard him yell out before he fell silent. I never saw him again. But what stood there was worse than the loss of my own. A deer with red eyes, Black fur and twisted antlers stood there. Blood was running from its eyes. Then it started to cry like a baby."
My uncle broke down and had to take a second before continuing. I comforted him as I was teary eyed.
"It.. It ran after me Anthony. On 2 legs. It was like a human and I rushed to get away from it. I managed to get myself." He rolled up his sleeve to reveal a terrible red scar that ran across the entire underside of his arm. "It was trying to feast on me, It knew I feared it. But eventually I managed to lose it."
He finally finished his scotch before continuing.
"I was stuck in those forests for 3 days fighting to survive. I heard its cries and whispers all around as I tried to make it out, I finally arrived at a road and was taken in by the police. No trace was found of my father except for one thing. They found blood at the scene and tested it. It was my fathers. What was strange about it? It was mixed with his tears."
My uncle finally stood up. "Fear it for it knows who you are." Those were his last words. He left my house and the police found him wrapped up in a noose 2 days later. It broke me. My hunting buddy and best friend was gone.
There was 1 detail about his suicide that was never resolved. He had droplets of blood coming from his eyes. The coroner's inspection said it was an aneurysm. But I'm not so sure that is the truth. I am 50 now and I haven't been hunting in 2 decades, I can’t even go into the forests anymore. I'm thinking about going back and seeing what Urburak is. Maybe I can kill him..
Beware Urburak, For he lurks in the cold.

I'm a 22 year old university student but I'm almost always on top of essays, assignments & external study - this leaves me with a large portion of free time of which I usually fill with hobbies such as reading, writing, walking, going to the gym, airsoft, playing piano, ect ect. Lately, I'm so fixated on the absence of my partner that I can't focus on anything - its rare that I'll even leave my bed if I haven't had today's first text from him.
My partner has a full time job, working 4:30am-2pm shifts one week and 2pm-10:30pm shifts the next. He also has an investing career on the side, personal projects & part-time care of his son. I want to clarify that I am not criticising my partner at all here - I adore him and I assure you he is making the best of difficult time frames - May/June/July have always been the busy periods for his job and I've never struggled with this before!! He still makes every effort to spend time with me, text me, call me and yet I still feel insanely clingy.
He's all I think about and I feel like I'm back to the giddy start of our relationship where I was so in love I couldn't eat or sleep - which isn't such a big deal when you're a teenager and have no real responsibilities but at this point it's majorly interfering with my day-to-day life and I fear if it continues my grades will plummet.
TL;DR - Me and my partner have been together for 6 years and, for the first time, I'm going through a period of extreme clinginess. I have so many things I could be doing self-sufficiently but he is all that's on my mind and I can't engage in anything
Has anyone got experience of this kind of thing? And additionally, any suggestions as to how I can keep life flowing and put missing my partner to the back of my mind?!
Thanks ❤️

I saw this last night and it was a solid film. This is the second John Wayne movie I’ve seen (Stagecoach was my first) and it was a good way to get introduced to his body of work. The acting although a bit dated and of its time was decent and John Wayne did a good job as the hero. He was a flawed hero who you could tell went through a lot having fought in Civil War and now finding the scumbags who murdered his family and kidnapped his niece (who's funny enough played by Natalie Wood who I didn’t know was in the film until I saw the opening credits). He gets into a lot of conflict with his remaining family and family which shows how much he's been fighting his struggles and challenges. Jeremy Hunter also did a decent job playing a young lad who due to his inexperience he has compared to Ethan also kinda gets into his relationship with Ethan. He's a bit of a relatable character who’s trying to work on his own flaws and struggles which I thought added into the movie. The music was bombastic and was very old school and classic which also added to the film. It did have a decent song in the beginning and end although I wouldn’t preferred a nice orchestral epic score or something like that.
The movie has both a quirky and lighthearted tone in some scenes and a dark and ominous tone in others. When there’s tension, it’s done very well. It gets you invested into what’s going to happen and when something bad happens, it makes you feel a bit for the characters. When the Indians kill the family and take away Ethan's niece, it’s dark both literally and figuratively which adds to the tone and it’s entirely offscreen. You only see the aftermath with the burned up house and the small burials/funerals for the victims. It’s solid direction and leaves it all to your imagination. The pacing is slow and although I do feel it in some scenes is for the most part done well. The cinematography particularly the framing is very iconic and revoluntionary even for 1956 and it shows why John Ford remains a revolutionary and iconic filmmaker for a reason since he revolutionized a lot of aspects in movies that are still duplicated today. It sometimes zooms to the character either to show how scared or confused they are and the final shot perfectly establishes the journey we've traveled with the characters in showing that the job is finished and Ethan go off into the distance now.
Overall, The Searchers is a well directed, well shot, and well executed movie with a good story and good character development. It’s a movie that’s a well respected movie for a reason particularly in the Western genre and a film that cemented John Ford and John Wayne as legends of the craft which is why the film will still continue to be iconic in the future. 8.5/10