Blogging compulsion. (Does anyone actually read these things?)…Stream of consciousness to clear my conscience to abandon blog for the weekend…Topic? Hmmm… (sniff, sniff)…got it! (Anything after the Rocky Mountain high will be a letdown, so let’s be banal—why not?)
Our kitchen smells like fish. I have no idea why. I asked Will whether there had been some sort of fish stick incident. I imagined a 3-minute lapse in adult supervision during which Ben and Pearl decided to turn over a cookie sheet full of fish sticks and smear them onto the linoleum with their bare feet, a la grape stomping. Will says he can recall no such incident. I checked the two Beta fish bowls. The blue fish and the orange fish are still alive. Tomorrow I will try refreshing their water to see if that helps…but I don’t think that’s it.
Our home office smells like pee. I’m pretty sure it’s the chair—not the one I’m sitting in; the other one. I sprayed it down with Febreeze and set it by the front door to air. (Note previous blog entry: Living with little boys—and, according to some friends, big boys also—requires extraordinary urine detection vigilance.)
It’s not just the human pee. The cat pee stinks, too. When Ginger/aka Washington/aka James the Giant Peaches ’n’ Cream Cat was living here—in addition to our usual 2, Beauty and Bobo—I purchased a super-duper odor eliminator litter box. While it has some nice filter features, it does not eliminate the need to change the actual litter, especially in the summertime, when heat and humidity accentuate every aroma in the house. Fortunately, I did pick up two new buckets of scoopable cat litter this morning at the grocery store. Unfortunately, I was rushed (and slightly wimpy) and left the fresh litter in the front seat of our trusty Tercel, which Will whisked away to B-Town for the Friday night news shift.
I’m going to sleep now—my allergen-free pillow is pleasantly unscented.
7 comments:
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Yes. Someone out here is reading & enjoying. :)
Good luck eliminating your unwanted odors. :)
What is that picture?!
Thanks for sharing my late-night lament, faithful readers. :) Sherrie--it's a grape-stomping pic...you know, the way the grapes get smashed before making them into wine.
Oh, I get it! Now I can see the feet and the short pants smushing the little grapes!
Yes, we are reading -- reading with amazement that you can make a story out of nothing. My blogs are based on events, not smells! LOL
Did you know that you can shake some baking soda (or a lot of it!) into a cat litter box and it does help?! But, nevertheless, you still need to clean the box regularly. ha! Did you know that Karin & Steve built the sunroom basically for the cats? ha! For them to hangout there pretending they were outside without being outside. Well, Karin didn't like being outside, so it was her way of letting Kevin play outside without being outside and a place to have picnics! Anyway, the cat litter is out there too where the fresh air can waft the smells away.
Yes, I do read your blog and find it very fun & Interesting to read. You are a wonderful writer !!
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