I’ve been thinking quite a bit about my five senses lately and I think I’ve come to the conclusion that I like my sense of smell. Or at least I like it when I smell something that reminds me of a place or a person or a happy time. Over the summer, many of you know, I worked at a campground and every day for a couple weeks, my coworkers and I would swim in the lake. Afterwards, I would quickly wash my hair and rinse off before once again donning my khakis and polo to go back to the dining hall for dinner. The shampoo that I used had a very distinct scent but I discontinued the use thereof after the summer because I’d always heard it’s good to switch up your shampoo periodically to keep your hair healthy. (Though I must admit I usually change it out of boredom rather than concern for the health of my hair…) At any rate, I recently switched back to that shampoo and the mere scent of it made me miss my campground and my campground people.
There are other scents that I love that also have stories but I won’t go into them now. Instead, I’ll make a list.
- old books, especially leather bound ones
- baking bread
- the mixture of all the soaps, body washes, and shampoos that emanates from the bathroom (reminds me of the bathhouse at BSBC!)
- daffodils (they’re also my favorite flower if you ever want to know that *hint*hint*)
- I actually kind of like the smell of skunk
- the mixture of cigarette smoke and cologne. Actually, I don’t like that one any more. I take it back. Just cologne. Smoking is disgusting.
- certain clean old people smells. I thought I smelled it in one of the academic buildings the other day. I almost let myself think someone was here that wasn’t.
- the smell of Zest makes me think of my grandparents and spending nights at their trailer at their campground.
- toast on a Sunday morning.
We’ll leave it there. I’m getting too nostalgic as is.
On another note, today was crazy busy but it was good to unwind over the dinner I made for my friends— chicken/vegetable alfredo lasagna with salad and cheesy garlic bread on the side and “dirt” for dessert. (We also had my favorite mixture: grape and apple juice mixed… again, the nostalgia.)
I really miss some people this week. I’ve been holding off on writing them letters until I know for sure about my living situation for next semester. We shall see. I’m not really sure what they’ll think about it so I’m going to leave the somewhat important part out. But I’d really like to hear from/talk to them.
I’m probably going home this weekend and I get to see Casie and the girls. I love them. Plus Casie just got an Apple and I want to play with it!!!
Well, C-Dubs must needs read some Thoreau— Walden, joy— so I will go. I hope you all have fantastic days. Hasta.
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