“Smells are so powerful and evocative, sometimes stronger than visual cues.”

This is day 4 of the wash watch!

Earlier this morning I heard the rain and decided to turn over and get back to sleep. I slept for almost two more hours. Now I can face the rain.

Maddie is much better. I suspect the boneless chicken thighs I cooked for her worked miracles. She ate quite a bit yesterday and also ate all the pieces I had left on her plate when I went to bed. She is now meowing at me in her usual indignant voice. I’m even glad for that.

I have to go to the dump as I didn’t yesterday, and it is closed Mondays through Wednesdays. It won’t be busy in the rain .

I often buy flowers in the winter. My senses beg for stimulation. My eyes need colors. I just get so tired of grays and browns. I want vivid yellows and oranges. My nose craves the sweetness of flowers to combat the air in the house which gets stale from closed windows and doors. The Christmas tree helped for a while, and I was so sorry when its time had ended. I also burn candles, but nothing terribly sweet. I prefer aromas like apples, balsam and spices like cloves and cinnamon. I wonder about the candles with strange aromas. Who decided what Sweet Nothings or a Calm and Quiet Place smell like? I’m also curious about Sun-Drenched Apricot Rose. What does sun-drenched smell like especially when added to apricots and roses. I’m thinking maybe sweat.

I am getting forgetful; it’s a matter of aging. My word retrieval skills are blunted. I get distracted and forget what I wanted in the first place. Mnemonics have become my best friends, and I use my mother’s trick of going through the alphabet. Most times that works. My spelling skills often take a vacation. I wonder about the spelling of a word, and the longer I look, the stranger the word looks. I could use spell check but that only makes it worse.

It always amazes me that I am the age I am. I don’t feel old. I don’t think old. At least as far as I can remember.

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12 Comments on ““Smells are so powerful and evocative, sometimes stronger than visual cues.””

  1. flyboybob Says:

    When I look in the mirror to shave in the morning I wonder who that gray haired old man is looking back at me. That is until I drop something on the floor and have to bend down to pick it up. Then, I feel my age in my lower back. In my mind’s eye I’m still 35, single and chasing as much skirt as I can. 🙂 I didn’t get married until I was 37.

    One of the things that reminds me of my age is that I can’t remember the names of people. I can picture their faces in my mind but the names are absent. My colleagues and I will sit around and talk about that fellow pilot who used to fly the ___ airplanes who passed away recently. Eventually, someone will remember his name. I started a list of all of the instructors that I knew at my company who have passed away since 1990 and came up with a total of 34. Of course many of them were much older than I was and some died of diseases at a much too young age. Instructing in a flight simulator doesn’t require an airman medical certificate nor is there an age limitation such as flying on the airlines. I joke that our company is an elephant’s graveyard for pilots. It’s a place where old pilots go to die. 🙂

    Today is sunny with a comfortable 65 degrees.

    • katry Says:

      I think we stay young in our heads. It is, as you said, our bodies which remind us how old we are.

      I find that whatever I can’t remember shows up sometime later than when I needed it. I’ll be lying in bed and all of a sudden the names jump into my head.

      I have worked with so many students that I just can’t remember them all. They stop and talk to me, and most times I ask for a name. They had only one of me to remember.

      It is still raining. I went out and got my dump run done and a stop at one store. It is actually fairly warm at 45˚.

      • Bob Says:

        Luckily, our clients where name tags when in the building. The ones I trained over several years I have no problem remembering their names.

      • katry Says:

        That’s great for when you work, but what happens other places?

  2. Bob Says:

    Darn auto correct: Our clients wear name tags.

    • katry Says:

      I knew what you meant. I find it necessary to check my writing as auto correct changes words it doesn’t like.

  3. Hedley Says:

    Mrs MDH and I are watching the red carpet for the Grammies. I freely admit that not only do I not know many of the artists, I don’t care. Mrs MDH is much more current than me and reminds me constantly.
    We did buy tickets today to see the David Byrne tour when it hits the Fox theater in Detroit in August. We both agree that the “Stop making Sense” tour was in our top 5 shows ever. I miss the Talking Heads and am looking forward to Byrne
    I freely admit that the massive amount of music that I consume includes very little from the modern idiom.

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      I did not watch the Grammies as I read the nominees and know very few. And I don’t care either.

      The summer is when there are concerts on the Cape. When I was young, I loved concerts, but now I only go to one or maybe two every year.

      I don’t buy much music, but what I do buy is not modern. Even my car radio is on an oldies station.

  4. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I snickered through my nose at the juxtaposition of today’s quote and that last photo.

    I understand the need for color at this time of the year. It is undoubtedly why I have four non-flowering orchids now and have to smack myself out of purchasing more when I see them in the grocery store.
    Often, in winter, I will start a knitting project with some screaming cheetah yellow yarn. It feels warmer.
    Sometimes I’ll burn candles. I use Pet House Candles which are soy and odor neutralizing. They do have silly names for some of them but they smell lovely and not too sweet or overpowering. Autumn Leaves and Bamboo Watermint (whatever that is) are my favorites. I stay away from food smells like Pumpkin Spice as I think it would make me eat more. 😀

    Today was warm but damp. Nevertheless, I walked the dogs in my flip-flops which felt rather good.

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      HI Caryn,
      I’m glad about the picture. I do try to connect the quote and picture, but many times it doesn’t get noticed. I figured the number of holes merited attention today.

      If I could knit, I do would be using the brightest colors of yarn I could find. I don’t even think anything can be garish in winter. I have a bouquet of flowers in the kitchen, sort of a totem to ward off darkness.

      I have a lovely winter forest candle which is pine, cedar and cinnamon. I also have the same smelling hand soap in the downstairs bathroom. The sent is definitely winter.

      It rained on and off all day today. Luckily it had stopped raining when I went to the dump. It is still damp.

      Have a wonderful day!

  5. Denise Says:

    A few years ago I bought a hurricane that came with a candle. I would walk into the room and smell this disgusting odor. After searching the house I finally realized it was the candle. Tobacco. Really it smelled like a wet cigar. I ‘m glad Maddie is better. I wake up at 2:00am with the answer to my many lapses. Denise

    • katry Says:

      When I walk into my house, I can smell cinnamon. It comes from a small candle in the living room. The smell reminds me of cookies baking in the oven.

      My revelations are usually when I’m trying to fall asleep. My mind had kept working overtime.

      Maddie was yowling at me this morning for her breakfast. As annoying as it usually is, I was happy for it this morning.

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