The hotter and muggier it gets, the harder it also gets to dream up a topic for this little blogging challenge of mine. It’s “just” 28ºC but the humidity is 75%. That helps the mugginess. I notice how I seem to think slower and I make more typos than usual.
One would think, on a hot Saturday, like today, that people would be out on the beaches or summer camps … that Costco’s car park would be more or less vacant … but no, they all went there. Perhaps they wanted to spend some time in their dairy room.
_We_ went there because I wanted to buy new bed pillows. Pillows are like pens or handbags — I’m always on the lookout for the ultimate one. I don’t like those that are made of, so called, “memory foam”. I don’t like firm ones either. They should be malleable so I can shape them exactly the way I want, underneath my neck. I don’t care at all about brands or stuff like that — only the ‘consistency’.
The other day, when I went out there with Gerry’s son, who has been visiting, to buy raspberries, I happened to lay eyes on a huge pile of pillows there. I squeezed them and found them to be acceptable … in fact they were not only that; they were desirable. We had some kind of coupon with forty bucks on it, so today we went out and spent that — it was due the last day of July.