Patio Cushions Review

I once went to a friend’s house. It was a nice house with an “English Tudor” design and a small garden in the back. I stopped by after his invitation for a talk after my swim at the YMCA. I remember my bathing suit was still damp because the spinning dryer can only do so much.

Overlooking the beautfiul back yard with a mixed feeling of happiness for my friend and envy that I did not have the same “stuff” I suddenly realized that I was going to be uncomfortable with no cushion. This would have almost been easier to accept if the back yard were not so enchanting. It was as if the conditions were perfect, the sun going down, getting cooler and brighter yet more dull and darker at the same time, but no cushion.

Having no cushion was like having a small piece of glass in a tasty pink lemonade on a hot summer day where you want it so bad and then something cuts your throat. As I listened intently to my friend talk, the damp bathing suit began to sting my bottom like little pins sticking in the skin. Now this was partly my fault for wearing a damp bathing suit to a conversation such as this which requires your full energy and attention. A conversation that can pull from the very core of all of your frustrations because you know that the person is going to pull out of it, but there is no convincing them at that moment that it is going to be okay.

I learned in this conversation that the richer of the two persons was me. That this friend had all of these things that money could buy yet he had not even thought to place a cushion where those who listened to all of his troubles could have a pleasant experience for their rump and in turn a more pleasurable experience for him. I was not tuned in to the conversation with pins sticking in my butt. A cushion for the patio could have made the whole experience more pleasurable for both of us. Cushion, Oh cushion were art thou? To provide a padding for my ass which is damp still from the pool please give me a towel, or a t shirt, or a cardboard box for the love of God. I could listen to your drama so much better and be a better friend if my wet ass were not sitting on a metal basket weave.

That was a lesson to me also, and I now make sure I have patio cushions on my outdoor furniture to welcome any invited and uninvited guests. Don’t be caught out this summer.