My Writey Senses are Tingling… (Blog Challenge Day 6)

Hello again, and welcome back to Random Crap About Me. Today’s topic in the blog challenge is (thankfully) less labour-intensive than yesterday’s music-palooza.

“Your 5 Senses Right Now”

Only five? Way to LIMIT me, challenge! I guess I’ll stick to the traditional five… But this is a little awkward. See, I’m going to describe my senses from yesterday, because as of right now, I’m in The Land That Wi-Fi Forgot, so I had to write this yesterday, not knowing what my senses would be sensitating right now. So this is “My 5 senses… 24 hours ago.”

Sight: Messy desk. There’s my library card I couldn’t find when I needed it yesterday, the ms I should be editing right now, a re-haired but half-painted doll head, and a portrait of my kids. Simon has bed-head and Ike is wearing his zebra costume; it was kind of an impromptu thing at Wal-Mart. The light in here this morning is very strange. It’s overcast outside, but the light has a brownish quality to it, and I keep checking to make sure I’m not wearing my sunglasses.

Thanks, that’s not at all creepy…

Hearing: I’ve got the TV on, set to the “hit list” music station. Right now it’s playing old-school Chantal Kreviazuk, which is interesting; usually they don’t play “hits” that are more than a few months old, and this one was big more than a dozen years ago. I can also hear clinking and splashing in the kitchen, where Ike is “doing dishes.” This means that he’s making a big mess, but he’s having fun, so that’s okay.

Touch: I have a very uncomfortable old kitchen chair under my butt, and my desk is pressing into my knees (my kingdom for a desk I can sit cross-legged at, or a stability ball to sit on!). Computer keys under my fingers. Soft old t-shirt, comfortable cargo pants that hug my legs, but not too much. I’ve got an itchy bug bite behind my ear, and my legs are a little sore (both from last night’s walk). Cat purring on my lap, warm and rumbly. Cool air, which I’m enjoying, because I know it will heat up later.

Smell: Bagel. Butter. This is what Ike’s having for breakfast (Simon’s not up yet, so his breakfast isn’t in the mix). Laundry detergent from me washing out the old container in the kitchen. And if I life this cat a little… Guys, no word of a lie, Lucy is the best-smelling cat in the world. I know a lot of people like to sniff their cats, because cats smell lovely*. But Lucy is the best. She smells like a cat, warm and feline, but she’s got other smells going on. She’s the only one of our cats who insists on going outdoors, and her fur seems to absorb the lovely smells of the trees (leaves and needles, lovely scent of bark), the fresh air and the sunshine. Even when she hasn’t been out in a while, she still smells like summer. Oh, but then in cool weather, she comes in smelling like a camp fire. I’ve never seen a good explanation of why this happens, but I’ve had many cats who smelled like smoke when it’s cold out. I LOVE it. But not today… today Lucy is all warm summer cat, and she’s happy to let me sniff. My husband, on the other hand, thinks I’m a cat-huffing freak. Whatever.

Taste: Oatmeal! Steel-cut. It should taste the same as rolled oats, being made of exactly the same stuff, but the texture somehow makes it taste better, just like the way Kraft Dinner spirals taste better than the regular shape. Milk and brown sugar. Tetley tea, with a little milk and just 1/4 of a teaspoon of sugar. Yes, it makes a difference. When I was a kid I had a LOT of sugar in my tea. I’ve cut back, but I still need that tiny bit of sweetness. Two healthy breakfast items ruined with sugar… delicious.

So there you go. You just travelled through time, 24 hours into the past. In my brain. Congratulations!

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*Except for my poor Harriet. Sometimes she’s a smelly cat, and I can’t cuddle her, and it makes both of us sad. We’re going to see the vet about that. 😦