An obvious air freshener choice
Everything in its own context: I was asked, concerning the jazz singer Emily-Claire Barlow, “but who is she?” Easy answer: her grandfather was the Friendly Giant. In Canada, that’s all the identification you need, when talking to people from my generation.
Based on appearances, we’re into a new generation of squirrels. Smaller, faster, bolder. Almost Olympic qualities, in the long tail domain. My only hope is that the one currently sitting on the front porch, yelling to anyone who listens, will soon get the “transit bus” to the new town I’m populating over on the North side.
Last evening, I learned that the cold water line that feeds the outside faucet is “sweating”. A lot. This morning, I headed off to buy a half-carton of that split foam sleeving which is used to insulate pipes. Sixteen pieces, ready for me to wrap around the line as soon as I get the urge to spend time on a step-ladder. I’m saving it for tomorrow, since I always balance best after a good night’s sleep.
First time ever for me to purchase cinnamon rolls that were too hot to handle. I happened along just as the pan came out of the oven, and I agreed to take my booty in paper bags. For the whole ride home, the car smelled wonderful! Imagine if the air freshener people ever clue in and start marketing an obvious upgrade to those silly flower fragrances. I’m sold, already. And while I wait for industry to get on board with my tastes, I’ll enjoy another cup of coffee with some comfort food.
