Need and Cushions

I was going to write about need. About how if we need something, we are automatically needy. And nobody likes needy. Yet we do. But I'm not going to write about that.

Instead: The Saga of the Pillow Thing

4 or 5 decades ago Mr. and Mrs. Kaye (the first Mrs Kaye even?) purchased a nice couch, long enough for a 6-footer to sleep on, comfy. Don't know what those pillow parts are actually called, but you know those firm yet cushy pillow parts -- the ones you sit on, lie on, not the smaller ones in back of you that you sit back on. Those are actually pillows I think. I guess the bigger ones are called cushions -- maybe they're all cushions. You get the idea though.

So. The couch lived in Atlanta for a long time. It saw Kaye girls grow I think. It probably saw the first Mrs. Kaye become ill and disappear. And then a new Mrs. Kaye and more children, mostly girls. Lots of Atlanta folks sat on that couch. Some drank wine. Some did not. The pillow parts (cushions?) had removable/washable covers, and they were fersure removed and washed a few times over the years.

Then all the Mr. and Mrs. Kayes were dead, the condo got sold. The couch was old then (2001), but the Levins, who were in charge of the Kaye estate, chose to move el coucho anciento to their house in Buda, Texas "in case anybody in the family wants it at some point." It resides now in Ezra's room. Sort of in the way. A place to sit, but more a place to throw junk. Piles. Ezra does not reside there. In fact mostly who resides in the house in Buda is just old man Levin and some dogs. Oscar, a very fine dog, and Zooey, another very fine dog, sometimes come to visit. Now that Oscar is neutered and fat, he requires special rigging to enable him to leap from the floor up to the bed where he sleeps when he visits. Enter the old white pillow. The old man grabbed one of these pillows and placed it on the floor by the chair next to the bed, so Oscar could make the leap with some grace. Zooey got into some turkey bones or something and had episodes of diarrhea all over the house, notably including a big clump/lump/wad on the old pillow, right in the middle of it in fact. She also peed on it. Or maybe Ringo did that.

Anyway the old man unzipped the cover, removed and washed it, dried it, replaced it over the stuffing. Now the pillow thing is good as new. A bit of the stuffing came loose. No biggie. That good old Atlanta stuffing will make it to the Creedmoor Dump within a week. A bit sad? Nah. No one really needed it.

No one in their right mind throws away something they need.