Feeling like a drowned rat, watching the weeds in my garden grow taller than the plants, Dawg all fussypants not being outside all day, and to add to the joy of this rainy Friday, something crawled up and died in the wall behind one of my kitchen cabinets. An animal? Who knows but the stench is practically unbearable. It’s not bad food. It’s not trash that needs to be taken out. The odor is singularly from one cabinet and to my eye, nothing is in there.
It’s the cabinet where all the I’ll buy that and use it twice things go and where I occasionally hide a bag of chips and swear I haven’t had chips for ages! Who me?
I’m boiling a pan of cinnamon sticks and cloves and opened an odor eater jar.
‘Twixt and ‘tween being the Odor Whisperer, I also ran a series of tests on my well water this morning because I swear the taste of the water has changed dramatically since they pulled up the well pump. Bad enough for me to call the well guys back here to discuss. Dawg won’t drink tap water anymore – she must smell or taste a difference too. We smell chlorine but not one test strip says there’s an ounce of chlorine in the water. The well guys said they don’t even smell it, let alone taste it. I read that as Crazy Old Lady Called Us Here for This? Every test strip came up right on the mark for having the right pH balance, proper iron balance, and as I said, not a speck of chlorine.
So between smelling something rotten in the cabinet and finding the water smelly and bad tasting, I’m going to try and get out of here for the day – maybe a movie? I wish there was a theater that is pet-friendly so I could take Dawg with me for the day.
Nonetheless, Happy Friday!!