Departing Scents

So I've gotten most of my Christmas shopping out of the way, and I can see some incoming things on my USPS page. I haven't decorated or anything but I'm considering putting up popcorn and cranberry strings, peanut butter and seed sticks, and other stuff like that out for the wildlife. But then it might be a toss-up as to whether the fresh cranberries go on a string for the birds or go into my face. Or into a batch of white chocolate almond bark, THEN into my face.

As I mentioned previously, I deleted my old Facebook account, then opened a new, very limited one for access to a fitness group I'd joined. I also use it mainly to keep in touch with my mom and sister since they have that and Instagram and that's pretty much it. Mom has the flu, which at her age ain't good. I also saw that someone I'm connected with on there is feeling a bit bitter that I've ghosted them. So why they're still connected to me on FB I don't know but anyway. This person texted me in early 2018 and I didn't hear the notification. I didn't SEE the text until a few weeks later. Not wanting to admit I never check my messages I hoped she'd text again and I could blow off or explain my previous derping out. She didn't. It's been over a year and a half and I never could work up the fortitude to contact her, and now it seems too late, so that's that.

I'm sometimes amazed that I have as many friends as I do, given who I am, as a person.

But anyway, it also reminded me to delete my LinkedIn account. I'm not sure why I even had one, but it's gone now.

This week's project is disposing of essential oils. Kitty left a bunch of perfume oils and such that I never got rid of, and now I'm looking into how to get rid of them properly. I'm not looking forward to having to decant every single little-bitty fucking glass bottle but the oils are a hazardous material, and the glass can be recycled. I doubt it'll take more than an hour from start to finish, it's just dragging everything outside to work on it. I may even wait until Friday, so as soon as I'm done, I can take the oil to the dump, along with some other piddly hazmat items we tend to save up until we need to go. Right now I have a camp stove sized propane bottle and a couple of lithium-ion batteries, but I think there are some old tires in the garage that can go, too.

It's Like the Scent of a Victorian Ghost Story

I just got out all those perfume oil bottles and made the mistake of sorting through the boxes, and now I have oil on my fingers. Everything smells like roses and claustrophobia. There's SO MUCH of it. I was considering a pint jar but I think I may need to sacrifice a quart Mason jar, unless I use up a plastic bottle soon.

Poking around on Reddit about this I found a post in an anti-MLM group. The OP moved into a house where the previous owner had been running oil diffusers 24/7 almost. She said the house reeked of different scents to the point where it wasn't a scent anymore, it was a stench. There was oil all over the walls, but she and her husband got their cleaning supplies out and washed down everything and felt like they'd done a good job, until winter came. And when the heat turned on, more oil started to ooze out of the drywall. She said there were running oil slicks on some of the walls, where it was just dripping from the ceiling and everything. It sounds like a nightmare.

Much as I want to like some of these scents, my nose and brain aren't really wired for this. I can't smell half the things normal people can, and I misinterpret the things I can smell. Almost every single one of these smells exactly the same to me, and this happened when they first came through the mail. Five new scents ... that smell the same. One or two did differentiate themselves with distinct herbal or minty smells, but I'm not interested in keeping them.

Just thought I'd share.