
Buckwheat Pillows For the Guest Room
A few more buckwheat pillows in the right places would have saved me from a lot of misery this week. I guess we have about a half dozen buckwheat pillows of various styles, which I thought was plenty.
However, I hadn’t counted on a dilemma I found myself in this week. I’ve been really under the weather since Tuesday (today is Friday), running a temperature and just feeling lousy.
I was capable of getting up and and moving from one room to another, but I really didn’t feel like moving any more than I just had to. You probably noticed the absence of blog posts this week. Our bedroom is at one end of the house, and my computer room is near the other end. There is a spare bedroom (for purposes of making impressions, I will call it a “guest” room) located just beyond my computer room. It is used very, very seldom except as a place to store out of season clothing.
Well, about once a day duty compelled me to visit the computer room to try to stay on top of things. After a few minutes of sitting at the computer and feeling totally miserable, I decided it would be much easier to just take a few steps, and flop on the “guest bed” than to take that 25 mile hike up a veritable cliff (actually about 50 feet on a level carpeted floor) back to my bedroom to crash.
That’s when I discovered my unpardonable sin. I had failed to equip the “guest bed” with buckwheat pillows, thinking since it was almost never used for sleeping purposes, and then usually by great-grandchildren between the ages of about 2 and 6, who actually tend to sleep alongside a pillow rather than actually use it, that I really didn’t need
buckwheat pillows on the “guest bed’.
But here I was, feeling miserable, and lying on a really comfortable bed, but with a feather pillow. I thought that, as miserable as I was feeling, I wouldn’t even notice the difference. WRONG!
The longer I lay there on that feather pillow, the more miserable I felt. I finally decided enough was enough, and I struggled to my feet and made that tortuous, now 35 mile trip up the cliff, (actually about 60 feet on the level carpet) to my own bed and my gloriously comfortable buckwheat pillow. What a relief!
Then the magnitude of my sin started to sink in. What if someone actually did come to stay over for the night, and I offered them a “guest bed” with a feather pillow to sleep on. That would certainly be a way to lose a good friend.
I have learned my lesson, and I repent. I feel that if I can save someone from the humiliation of finding themselves without buckwheat pillows for their guests to sleep on, I will have at least partially redeemed myself from the error of my ways. So be sure to acquire some buckwheat guest pillows. I feel better already.