Basically, my life in quarantine is heavy on dog, food, and birds.
I work on the deck about 70% of my work day - to make the dog happy - and that means high exposure to my birds.
Last week, it was all about the woodpeckers. They have been conspicuously absent for a few days. I think they've either moved to greener pastures (more bug filled trees), or they have hunkered down to lay eggs. Or both.
This week, it's cardinal city. There is a pair who appear to be making a nest - all week they've been flying back and forth with twigs, floof, a strip of plastic, more twigs. Those wacky kids, I think they're gonna make it.
It has been a pleasure, the fauna in our yard. Piper has learned to ignore the birds (mostly) though the squirrels are still public enemy #1 in her book. Well, maybe #2. There are possums.
Right now, the neighborhood is wildly perfumed like honeysuckle and it drives me mad in the best way possible. It's like catnip. I kind of want to take off all my clothes and roll around in it, but I suspect there are laws against that. And since it always grows in proximity to poison ivy, it seems ill-advised, regardless.
The other top note, in the eau de parfum that is my neighborhood is also akin to catnip. Somewhere, it's 4:20. I honestly don't mind the smell of marijuana. It's vaguely skunky, but it smells like a party to me - much in the way beer does. And I didn't go to a lot of parties where there was marijuana. Or at least, I don't think I did. I apparently put off a pretty square or straight-edged vibe, and nobody ever offered to pass, even if they were puff, puffing. I know now, in hindsight, how prevalent it was, and how much I was actually around it.
Anyway, it's a pleasant smell to me. But then, I always like the smell of gasoline, too.
I'm highly sensitive to actual marketed fragrances. I've hated about 90% of the scents of Bath and Body Works from day one. There are a few that aren't bad - they're mostly the men's line. L'Occitane is mostly fine, and I like most of LUSH's fragrances. Honestly, it's anything too powdery or faux-musky-vanilla-y that makes me want to scream.
Today, I received a new shirt that I ordered. The online description said cotton. It's rayon. Fucking, of course it's rayon. Cute, but do I keep it, or do I punish Belk for their bad intel? I realize it's small potatoes given the current economical, social, geopolitical, climate - but it's death by a thousand paper cuts.
But this bird needs plumage, dammit.
I'll keep you posted.
It has been a pleasure, the fauna in our yard. Piper has learned to ignore the birds (mostly) though the squirrels are still public enemy #1 in her book. Well, maybe #2. There are possums.
Right now, the neighborhood is wildly perfumed like honeysuckle and it drives me mad in the best way possible. It's like catnip. I kind of want to take off all my clothes and roll around in it, but I suspect there are laws against that. And since it always grows in proximity to poison ivy, it seems ill-advised, regardless.
The other top note, in the eau de parfum that is my neighborhood is also akin to catnip. Somewhere, it's 4:20. I honestly don't mind the smell of marijuana. It's vaguely skunky, but it smells like a party to me - much in the way beer does. And I didn't go to a lot of parties where there was marijuana. Or at least, I don't think I did. I apparently put off a pretty square or straight-edged vibe, and nobody ever offered to pass, even if they were puff, puffing. I know now, in hindsight, how prevalent it was, and how much I was actually around it.
Anyway, it's a pleasant smell to me. But then, I always like the smell of gasoline, too.
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| You could see where I'd be hopeful, right? |
I'm highly sensitive to actual marketed fragrances. I've hated about 90% of the scents of Bath and Body Works from day one. There are a few that aren't bad - they're mostly the men's line. L'Occitane is mostly fine, and I like most of LUSH's fragrances. Honestly, it's anything too powdery or faux-musky-vanilla-y that makes me want to scream.
Today, I received a new shirt that I ordered. The online description said cotton. It's rayon. Fucking, of course it's rayon. Cute, but do I keep it, or do I punish Belk for their bad intel? I realize it's small potatoes given the current economical, social, geopolitical, climate - but it's death by a thousand paper cuts.
But this bird needs plumage, dammit.
I'll keep you posted.
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