Catalogue of my day

Earlier today, in the midst of my drama filled packing, I tried some of Balenciaga's new fragrance and was more than nonplussed. It's been a while since a fragrance bothered me enough to scrub it. Considering the fact that the scent in question is supposedly filled with things I like and that I was more than preoccupied, this says a lot. I wrote a quickie review on Facebook: "Yuck."

I hadn't time for analysis, though I suspect my analysis would be all wrong. I'm in overload mode, and I know my senses are out of whack. Perhaps this is one reason for the scrub. Anything but pure comfort is uncomfortable. I should have spritzed a bit of Passage D'Enfer on, for it's become my go-to scent when I need calming. I thought I"d done that, but instead reached for the wrong decant. i got Rochas' Rose (whatever it's called - my memory is gone, too). It's a good rose, not cloying, and did the trick.

I've mentioned a number of times that Luca Turin does not believe in aromatherapy. I must disagree, though I'm guessing he's talking about the kind of aromatherapy that claims to cure illness. Curing a mood, or at least modifying it, well, of course scent affects a person. How can it not?

When I googled the Balenciaga, I found a review of the latest runway show. The Times review plainly stated "if you like clothes that don’t call attention to themselves. . ." My. If the photo above is supposed to be an outfit that screams "don't look at me!" it's not doing a very good job of it. Let me amend the last senetence; it was not plain that the sentence fragment in question was actually referring to the Balenciaga show. I read it three times and still was not sure who or what it was referring to. Maybe my brain is terribly fried.

It's been an long day.

I found three photographs of myself that remind me just how anorexic I once was, and how extremely skinny people tend to look the same. How I could possibly look like David Bowie is no longer a mystery. I found a telegram announcing my birth, and was in such a hurry that I didn't read it, only registered its existence and marveled at the fact that such a thing existed.

I saw a flock of wild turkeys, some of which were engaging in mating behavior. I realized I'd never seen a wild turkey spread it's feathers before. Superb.

I had a hamburger for the first time in who knows how long, along with one of the best dinner rolls I've ever tasted. I'm so glad that Dick suggested we eat at the Ridgetop Restaurant. I doubt I'll eat there again, and it's worth it for the views alone. It's on top of ridge, and though that seems obvious from the name, many names signify nothing or refer to places other than where they reside. This is a true rural place. it's across from the Hilltop Store and has views of rolling hayfields and the biggest tractor dealership in the county. They serve excellent pie, but I've never once been hungry enough to top off a meal there with dessert. Nearly twenty years ago, I used to go there almost every week, for they had an all-you-can-eat fish fry that featured freshly caught fish. I had never even heard of hake before going there. As for hake - it tastes like nothing much at all. Perfect for those who dislike fish but love fried food with tartar sauce and lemon.

Why am I writing about my entire day? As they say in Maine, "it's something to do."

I could go on, and on. . . and on. . .