Winter is filled with quiet days of work and the attempt to stay warm–broken up by small problems. Little surprises that can only happen to people who rarely leave the house. Like going out to check the mail and finding you’ve left the car door open for a week and a half and your seat is soaked through with melted snow.
We had a terrible event, wrapped up in a mystery the other day. A smell, an odor, a foul aroma pervaded the house. From my desk, I get a wafting of all of the strangest and most disagreeable fragrances. Maybe they are in my head on some occasions, but this time, I knew there was something.
It had the sickly sweet smell of sewage, almost. I panicked and checked the toilet seal and the toilet in general. I looked to see if the tub backed up. I sniffed everything, including the bathroom trash. Nothing.
It took Jimmy’s detecting skills to find it was my healing tea, this time in a container for use as a soothing gel. It had gone over in the nastiest way. It smelled like a lady with a serious personal infection. We smelled it together and gagged. Needless to say, it went out the back window, joining the pile of things waiting back there until we care to leave the building again long enough to do chores.
We started a batch of sprouts for some fresh greens. They are perfect for winter veggies. Sadly, they’re also like having pets. I watched them rise and sink as seedlings, almost immediately beginning to grow. I rinsed them three times a day, making little tornadoes in the water. It took only a few days for them to fill the jar. They kept warm on the desk, acting as our happy little office plants–until we consumed them alive.
Speaking of plants, Jan 23 we had flowers coming up out behind the house. It gets the southern sun, plus radiant warmth from the foundation (I swear our basement is warmer than our living quarters), but winter is far from ready to change over to spring.