So, I was planning to do a little sailboat racing today, but my colleague with whom I was planning to go sailing cannot go. Why? Because he cannot get his Laser off his SUV roof by himself. I mentioned to him once, "Why don't you get a trailer?" He explained, "The trailers damage the hull."
It's times like these, I'm glad I bought a Laser clone, and for $500 with trailer. I see tons of people buying these expensive fixed keel cabin boats that need a crane
As usual this web log serves as a confessional. Forgive me, fragrances, for I have sinned.
My confession. I hoard.
I remember back in the 1970's, food in the grocery store did not have expiration dates. They didn't have nutritional data labels either. But that's beside the point. When did food start having an expiration date? They always did. 'Just I guess due to litigation, they actually had to start guesstimating and using a date beyond which they would not
Last week, I was feeling a little nostalgic. So, I managed to dig out some samples from the closet, where many of scents had been hiding since I was pregnant.
I store some of them in a little wooden chest, filled with polypropylene beads (an idea I got from another Basenotes member 30_Roses whose forum thread can be found here). Pawing through the glass and spray vials, I found one that I hadn't visited in years -- Penhaligon's English Fern.
I remember it being soapy.
I dunno *what* I had, but it was bad.
For about two months, I was hacking and coughing. I'd almost think it might have been pertussis (named "the 100-day-cough" in Chinese, I'm told), but I had my Tdap not too long ago. It started out with clear drainage and congestion. I was okay with that. But then suddenly the wheezing, choking coughing. Spasms of it.
And while I was congested, I couldn't smell anything.
I wasn't worried. I was used
I confess. I bought into it. When my son was born, I bought the scent-free, dye-free detergents and lotions and all that. Why? Well, at about a month of age, he started developing a rash on his face. 'Could NOT. Get. Rid. Of. It. I did what I always tell my patients to do. Eliminate scents. Eliminate dyes. Moisturize, moisturize, moisturize. And you know what? He CONTINUED to have this abominable rash on his cheeks.
I made the cats stay out of the bedroom.