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I have this pillow on our bed. Our nice, expensive, soft and fluffy bed. This pillow is, well, flat. It’s maybe 3 inches thick, uncompressed, in one spot. It’s sweat stained, won’t hold a pillow case and would humiliate me to even try to give away, but I love this pillow. It’s broken in, well trained even. Jessi and I were talking about said pillow this evening, the only thing she finds remarkable about it is that it hasn’t given me hepatitis, when she stumbled on an interesting truth about me.
I love broken things way too much. As things get older and older, more and more worn out and barely able to do a passable job at their original function, the more I love them. I do have my limits, broken is broken is broken. Once it stops working, it gets salvaged for parts and then away it goes, but there are many subtle levels of broken and rarely do I find the decision to take an item to the chop shop to be black and white. For example.
I’m hell on boxing gloves. I go through a pair almost once a quarter. It almost always starts with the pinky finger blowing out. No biggie, you don’t want to hit things with that finger anyways, so still a perfectly usable glove. Next is the thumb, bit more of a challenge now but those top knuckles are still firing just fine. The wrist straps usually fail next at which point, the glove is useless, but just think of what would have happened if I would have tossed them at the first sign of failure. I would be buying new gloves every month!
Clothes are pretty much the same story. If you can’t see my underwear, they’re still good. For most computer stuff, I don’t even start to use it until someone else has thrown it away and I won’t even start on shoes. I probably should have stopped this post at “I love my pillow”
Noah’s pirate party was a big hit. Family and friends came from all over the place and Noah was just thrilled to see everyone. He got some really great gifts that we had to pry out of his hands at bed time and he was on his best behaviour. We’re glad you all made it, and for those of you that couldn’t, we missed you and love you a bunch.