Koconut Fresh

Right now my dog smells like a cardboard coconut scented air freshener hung from someone's rear view mirror. It is a very specific smell. I am not sure why I have this olfactory memory, but I could place her new scent immediately.

A few years ago I found that it was much more economical to take her down the street to the groomer for a bath than it was to pay the plumber to come free the drain of doggy fur, or to pay the chiropractor to undo what was done to me by all the hunching over, stabilizing, lathering & rinsing.

Ordinarily, after they bathe her she just smells "clean." Once she came home smelling exactly like a whole lot of baby powder which I really did not care for at all. This smell is... well, kind of silly. Not really unpleasant- I love the smell of coconut, but this is not exactly that fragrance. It is faux coconut.

I can only imagine what she thinks of it with that super sniffer of hers. Though she has been in the car with me many times while we went through the drive thru car wash, she's never been inside the mini-mart to be potentially exposed to scents such as Faux Coconut, Faux Pine, or Faux Strawberry.

I will add this- she is reeeeally soft.

Inauguration Day!

Ah, finally. We will finally be relieved of that Evil Doing Nit Wit in Washington. I'd be curious to know how much airplay the song Hit the Road Jack gets this morning. I think something more jaunty like Ding Dong the Witch is Dead might better express the feeling. A, "Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out," doesn't seem like quite enough.

However, by lunchtime we will have a new president. Onward & upward.

Not 99 Red Balloons

Instead- more like, maybe, 110 or 120 black & silver balloons.

I walked home 14 blocks in the fog in the middle of the night with their shiny black ribbons wrapped securely around my right hand.

And it turns out that it would take a lot more balloons than that for me to gain any altitude... though it was quite a lift to the spirits to walk in such a large flock of helium balloons. The ridiculousness alone, of course, appealed to me, but also the swooshing noise created by them all bumping up against the night air & one another as they hustled home behind me was quite silly & stupendous.

I didn't come across anyone until I was a block away from my house, and I was glad to have finally gained witness to the spectacular event. They were suitably delighted.

Near to the outset I did initially lose two to an attack by a long needled pine, but I think other than that we all made it safe & sound- me, balloons, borrowed coat & mittens, feathered tiara.

I think it speaks volumes as to what she's become accustomed to that upon my arrival home the dog was not even flummoxed in the slightest at the sight of our new house guests.