This, that, also some of the other thing.

[mrissa]

Woke up at 4:20 with a crick in my neck. Rolled back onto "my" side of the bed. Woke up again at 5:00 hungry. Sigh. I am tired all the time. So I guess it doesn't matter too much if I start the tired at 5:00 instead of 6:30 this morning. Still: bleh.

missista and I took a walk with our neighbors yesterday. One of the said neighbors is 12 years old and multiply handicapped, so Ista got to walk with a monkey with wheels. She is so enamored of wheels. She kept leaping around in joy and excitement, making happy puppy faces at Martin in his wheeled outdoor chair. Martin made happy kid faces at her, and I had a nice conversation with his parents (Martin can't talk), so all was well on that front. I'm also glad that we found out that Sammy the younger next-door puppy, Ista's best friend, is deaf, because now if he's napping on the lawn on a warm fall-like day and she's going nuts barking for his attention, we can just move upwind of him and let him smell us there; problem solved.

It's snowing this morning. This means I will have to shovel the skijump driveway before I go out. It also means that I won't have to wash Ista's entire lower half every time she comes inside, and that she will run in joyful circles throwing snow into the air with her nose, so I'd call that part a win. Also, I like snow. It turns the world the right colors again.

timprov and I hung a bunch of art yesterday, so I'm getting used to that, looking up to see things on the walls that didn't used to be there. Also I ran some errands, including one that resulted in a silly and unexpected minor Christmas gift for markgritter. Silly and unexpected minor Christmas gifts are a good, good thing. Possibly my favorite holiday thing.

On the other side, fake cinnamon scent was on my Least Favorite Holiday Things list before the dysosmia, and now I would cheerfully strangle whoever formulated the stuff: it's bad and strong enough to be a strong-dysosmia trigger. Great. (Can they really not smell that all the back and bottom notes are missing? Or do they just not care? It's like playing a melody badly on an out-of-tune penny whistle and expecting that your listeners will hear an entire symphony: they know what you're alluding to, but it's not the same.)

I intend to do kitchen stuff a lot today -- all or most of the cooking for the week, I hope, so timprov and I can just heat portions of things when we need food. I may also make the fudge today, if I get really ambitious. Or I may use that time to work on a short story. Stranger things have happened than either of those possibilities, I feel sure.

Comments

[mkille.livejournal.com]

Sorry for the early wakeup; hope the crick has gone away. Yay for the good things!

[redbird]

I do like your dog's reaction to people in wheelchairs--it's not a problem, it's extra fun.

I suspect that the formulaters of those fake scents are trying to trigger the olfactory equivalent of an earworm, in the hope that the victims will buy something with real cinnamon (or real whatever) to assauge it.

[scottjames.livejournal.com]

I suspect that the formulaters of those fake scents are trying to trigger the olfactory equivalent of an earworm, in the hope that the victims will buy something with real cinnamon (or real whatever) to assauge it.

Oh, like olfactory muzak!

[matociquala.livejournal.com]

eeeeeeeeee.

Yeah.

Give me real smelly things, please, not chemical smelly things.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

To Ista, there is no difference between a wheelchair, a stroller, and a bicycle. All of them are fascinating spinny things under monkeys. Also, her first experience of a wheelchair was a woman who lives near us and goes out with her little black dog and her granddaughter, all three of whom are nice to Ista. So if anything, it correlates with Nice Monkeys for her.

Martin's outdoor chair is really versatile. I was not going to suggest that we take the unpaved trail at the local park, but his chair can handle it no problem.

I fear that rather than buying something with real cinnamon, they want you to get used to the smell and buy something else with fake cinnamon -- a candle, say, or potpourri.

[songwind.livejournal.com]

I agree about fake cinnamon scents. Blech. I have a similar reaction to artificial grape flavor and artifical strawberry anything.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. When I was small, the dentist always tried to convince me to get a "fun flavor" of fluoride or tooth cleaner. And they were always disgusting, so I would insist, politely but firmly, on mint. They just couldn't fathom a 6-year-old who preferred mint to bubble-gum.

[ladysea.livejournal.com]

The cinnamon pine cones do me in every year. *shudder*

And the fake pine scent...just awful.

Less is more, scent making people!

[spaceoperadiva.livejournal.com]

Can they really not smell that all the back and bottom notes are missing? Or do they just not care? It's like playing a melody badly on an out-of-tune penny whistle and expecting that your listeners will hear an entire symphony: they know what you're alluding to, but it's not the same.

I think they know, but expect enough people to be the nose equivalent of tone deaf. Considering most of the human noses I know, they're probably correct in their expectations.

However, after living with me these years in a not-overloaded-with-scent household, my dear husband, who couldn't have told you the difference between an atomic fireball and a real cinnamon bark stick, has much improved nose power. I think a lot of people's nosedeafness comes from the constant overload of scented laundry products, skin and hair care products and cloying air "fresheners".