Pouf!

Moroccan pouf shortly after arrival.

What’s the frequency, Kenneth? Oh, about 2 blog entries per month and plummeting, apparently. The flurry of posts here from June to March was mainly driven by medical updates, and now that these are thankfully few and far between, I guess I don’t feel as impelled to propel words out onto the internet.

That and the boring fact that I’m still in the same obsessive grooves, personally: Radio Free Random, baseball, and photography. The first two have been giant occupiers of my time (Go Giants!). The camera hobby is a bit more in the fits-and-starts category lately, depending on how often we get out and hike. I keep thinking about street photography but not getting off my butt and out there.

We’re still looking at houses on the internet, and Mrs. Random actually went to some open houses a couple weekends ago. We’re still quite open to the idea of moving sooner rather than later, but it would have to be to a place that really ticks the right boxes and inspires real passion.

Last week I ordered a Moroccan pouf (aka ottoman, hassock) for our old Kennedy Rocker. It arrived empty! A little research revealed that this is standard practice. You buy the pouf and it’s your job to fill it, whether with fiberglass beads or foam or blankets and pillows and random fabric from around the house. We chose the latter option: soft stuff we’re not using. It holds a lot! We’re still filling it. It’s to the point where it works as a footstool—but if you sit on it, it squishes way down.