The house smells so nice today—just one of many reasons to be glad that I don’t live in a tenement, however charming they may appear in virtual tours.
I’ve been a dirt-bike widow this entire weekend. Dean and the boys have been out at his mom’s farm hacking a trail through the woods and riding for hours on end. My bread dough is due for another punch-down at 3:30, then I’ve got an hour to take Seneca, the border collie, out there to play fetch and to admire their prowess on the bikes. After that, it’s back home to punch the dough again, tend to the laundry, and sink into my biography of Pearl S. Buck. This is my idea of a divine Sunday afternoon.
I’ve got the windows wide open, to catch that last warm autumnal fresh air and with the laundry going, the house smells doubly nice. Downy has come up with a new line of fabric softeners and the Lavender-Vanilla is is so aromatically scrumptious that it’s practically got me inventing reasons to wash things; for example, I am currently washing all the hats & mittens. (Don’t tell me I need to get a life—they were dusty! And winter’s coming!) I could give a hoot about essential oils, but if that’s what’s making the house smell so good, I’m glad somebody finally figured out a practical way to use the things. (No, dribbling oil on light bulbs is not practical.)
Senny is about going nuts here with his ball and the dough awaits. Hope you’re all having divine Sunday afternoons as well!
3:36:51 PM 
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