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Sheltering-in-Place: Day 41

a woman in a turquoise top and white skirt stands with her arms raised triumphantly, on top of a giant cut onion. The text on the image reads  Of all the ridiculous things to get excited about, today, it was the smell of a freshly cut raw onion.

The text on the image reads

Of all the ridiculous things
to get excited about,
today, it was the smell
of a freshly cut raw onion.

Weird fact about me is that I spent most of my life little to no sense of smell. An ENT doctor fixed that for me a handful of months ago. I'm pretty sure that my sense of smell still isn't all that great, but the improvement has made a huge change.

For instance:

  1. Now that I know what city streets smell like, I do not believe I would have lived in SF as long as I did with a fully functioning sense of smell.
  2. There's more to cutting a raw onion than the burn! I didn't know they had a warning odor!
  3. Some smells are better at 1/10 volume, like skunks and bacon.
  4. Some of those weird headaches I used to get were caused by cleaning products that I didn't even know where being used because I couldn't smell them. Now that I can smell them, and other toxic chemicals, I know when I need to leave.
  5. I was not prepared for the full force of night blooming jasmine.

So, there it is. I'm however many years old (YAY!), and I'm still learning things and having new experiences. Even the tiny experiences, like the smell of a freshly cut onion, can have value. Who knew? 

Well, okay, a lot of people probably knew, but I'm happy to be catching up.

And the clothes stuff, before I forget, is next.

I'm starting to run out of things to wear for this. So, last night, I finally finished a sewing project and turned an old dress I didn't wear enough into a skirt that I'll wear often. The shirt is simply comfortable, and my sparkly little jewelry things were both gifts.