Wednesday, November 20, 2024

The nose knows

 


A walk in the fresh air and a brief encounter set me thinking about smells.

If we’re lucky, at some point in our lives we’ve been able to experience the magical scent of a baby’s head. Think how mellow we’d all be if a room freshener or candle could capture that.


On the opposite side of the scale, once in a while in the grocery store I’ll push my cart past the “old man smell” as a senior gentleman walks, slowly adding Campbells soup to his cart of single items. Not really unwashed, but clothes that have been worn a few too many times.

This is not to be confused with the “little old lady” smell, with strong overlays of talcum powder; although the other day I did stroll through an added layer of mothballs.


          Another version of this is more prevalent in Florida, where you can be momentarily stunned by a wall of Shalimar pulsing from retiree in a bejeweled tee shirt. I suppose if you wear the same perfume for forty-five years you probably fail to realize how much you’re spritzing on after a while.


          On a more contemporary note, here in Massachusetts it’s not unusual to have a purple trail of cannabis waft from a neighboring car window into your own, or to know what the off-hours habits are of the person who used the ATM before you.


          What prompted this review of the olfactory world was a walk around our complex the other day. I prepared to greet the woman approaching me, who I didn’t know; the routine here is a generic smile and a generic comment about the weather as we pass each other. Except I could smell her from four feet away. She must have been one of those lovers of fabric softeners. I thanked my lucky stars I was outdoors and not in an elevator.

Tuesday, November 19, 2024

Weekday Things

 

Artsy pic of my faded clematis

          Yesterday was fairly mundane – my Boomer Bootcamp at the Y, then errands in the afternoon.

Sunday, November 17, 2024

Calories and Compost

          The problem with being one of those do-it-yourself types is that I tend to do just that. So yesterday while out running errands, I thought - wouldn’t it be nice to pick up something sweet for tomorrow’s breakfast. Except as I was about to turn right to the bakery in town, I thought – I have all afternoon. Why don’t I just make something? and turned left.

Tuesday, November 12, 2024

Crossing Guard

     I’m thinking someone needs to send out a memo to a few of my neighbors that they might want to keep a lower profile for the next couple of weeks.

Saturday, November 9, 2024