Ahh weather. . .

If you're reading this and you're in Michigan, I hope you went outside today for longer than it takes to travel between a car and a building. The weather here was exactly perfect by my standards, so perfect, in fact, that I actually left during the Tigers game to go for a walk and be out in the glorious goodness. During the walk, I came down the street that, when I was a kid, my family would walk down on the way back from a trip to Dairy Queen. So much has changed since then that I was surprised that one sight that should have changed hadn't. The house that always had kid toys (big wheels, miniature furniture, plastic slides, and whatnot) in front of it still had kid toys in front of it. Grandkids maybe? Or just a new owner? I don't know.

A little bit farther down the same street and the scent of dryer sheets reminded me of my gooddearfriend. I used to visit her on laundry nights, and the vent for her dryer blew out over the entrance to her apartment, so that scent will probably always be connected to her. It's strange how strongly scent is connected to memories. My sense of smell is probably about as bad as it can be, but still certain smells remind me of certain things. The smell of cedar reminds me of Christmas because the trunks my mom kept all the Christmas stuff in were cedar on the inside. . . I think. . . Maybe what I think cedar smells like is actually some totally different wood. . . Cigarette smoke reminds me of a crush I had in high school. Mildew reminds me of the first apartment I had because I never washed my one and only towel. And dryer sheets remind me of my gooddearfriend. Go figure. I'm sure there are more. But you get the point. Was there a point? Nah. Sometimes I digress just so I can use the word 'digress.'

I'm grateful for smells (20).