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Pillow Talk


I had the perfect pillow, but it’s gone now.

I can’t remember what happened to it.
I took it for granted most likely … and it slipped away from me.

Since then I’ve tortured myself with a long line of wannabes, fakes, no goods, frauds, almosters, not-even-closers, and poor substituters.

One day I will have the perfect pillow again … one day.

The perfect pillow is like a halo:

… once it’s floating around your head, it’s heavenly.


note: I spend a lot of time pillow fighting by myself these days.

double note: I’ve lived through the pillows and pilhighs of sleepless and sleepmore nights.

triple note: I’m glad I have the above photo … because doing a photo shoot with my extensive supply of crap pillows would be a bit disturbing.
(I’m sure the pillows in the windows are pillow sillky)

quadruple note: apologies for not being over at your blogs lately: I’m having problems concentrating lately … like those lazy oranges that don’t make it into frozen orange juice.


Today 190

Today Mr. Pettit  suggested reforms to expand my garden. I think I like his ideas:
I’ll keep you posted on all the implementing type stuff when it comes to fruition … or I have time to implefruition stuff.

Theo’s Thoughts

Collected Thoughts


 This is the story of Theo when he was eight and not so rottenish yet.

Theo thought he needed a hobby; actually, his parents insisted he do something other than skulk around claiming he was bored all the time.

All his friends had hobbies: sports cards, stamps, coins, trainspotting, advanced robotics, …

One of his friends even collected teeth; but his father was a dentist, so that was only mildly disturbing.

Theo decided to collect his thoughts.

He would put them in jars, label them, and keep them in a bookcase that was really doing nothing except holding a bunch of  books.

He thought about all the thoughts he thought in one day …or at least thought about all the thoughts he thought he thought about in one day … and realized he had too many thoughts to collect all of them.
 He only had 35 jars, so he decided “happy thoughts” might be a good start.

Over the next few weeks he collected and organized all his “happy thoughts” about finding money, ice cream, toys, running through sprinklers, …

In no time at all, all his jars were full!
Surprisingly, 3 jars were exclusively filled with “happy thoughts” about ice cream!

It was a very fine collection of thoughts.

He soon realized that since all his “happy thoughts” were bottled up, labelled, and stacked away; he had a very large number of “sad thoughts” floating around in his head.
With no “happy thoughts” to chase the “sad thoughts” away, they just lingered.

This made him sadder.

Theo decided it would be a good idea to free all his “happy thoughts” and start collecting his “sad thoughts” instead.

He refilled his jars with “sad thoughts” about broken bones, no dessert, vaccination needles, dropped ice cream cones, dentist visits …

Other Collected Thoughts ... and some asparagus too


It took him a whole month to fill up all 35 jars. 

He concluded that “sad thoughts” were more difficult to trap  than “happy thoughts” because they didn’t like jars.

With no more “sad thoughts” in his head, Theo thought he’d be really happy: but he wasn’t.

Without any “sad thoughts” to balance his “happy thoughts“, his “happy thoughts” weren’t as strong or happy anymore …  kind of like appreciating being healthy a lot more after being sick … or how a cold Winter makes Spring’s arrival so much better. He needed both sadly, or happily.

Theo decided to release his “sad thoughts” and resolved  never to collect his thoughts ever again.

He used the 35 jars to catch colds instead.


note: The jar of asparaguses on the floor is not a “sad thought“: Theo just dropped it accidentally on purpose while walking by the bookcase on the way to the dinner table. He had a “happy thought” right after he did this for some reason.