Mom's room has a strange smell to it. I was talking tonight about how I want this room back. I put my clothes in this room to make me go in here. I haven't been able to sleep on the bed or sit in the chair, but when Mom was here, I did both. I am not afraid of this room, but wrapped up in this room is a smell that I associate with Mom being sick.
This room doesn't smell like any other room in the house. Tonight, I finally put my finger on it. Wendy and I painted this room with a low odor paint that matches one of Mom's pillows. Wrapped up in the smell of this paint is the smell of Mom at her sickest, and every time I come into this room, no matter what I spray in here, I smell this.
So, my prescription for the week is to paint this room in the smelliest, stinking paint that I can find.
Just a couple random thoughts/updates to wrap up the day...
1. Stan is having surgery next Wednesday on his neck. More details when I have them but if you were around me during the last 2 back/neck surgeries, you know what a big baby he is.
2. I was one of the judges of the dessert contest at work this morning. I am not a big pumpkin fan, especially at 9:00 AM. Needless to say, almost 12 hours later, I am still regretting this. What I learned: You can't hide pumpkin in anything. Don't eat people made of fondant. Pumpkin and peppers is never a good combination. Don't eat anything served out of a litter box.
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