Scented Progress

[entelein]

- Burnt Umber paint bought for the living room
- Sandstone paint bought for the bedroom
- More primer bought, sigh
- Extra brush
- Extra rollers
- 9 volt batteries for smoke detector


Laundry done tonight. I wasn't able to get over to the shopping area to get a haircut tonight, which really frustrated me, but I was able to get shampoo, detergent, cash, and hair dye, as well as a huge bag of clothes cleaned and dried.

The air has been getting slowly colder, with relapses into warmer weather (around 43-45F in the mornings, which is just too warm for my sensibilities this time of year), but with the rain in the mornings, the chill does seep in quite well. The air was also scented with cinnamon or something like as I walked across the parking lot to the well-lit laundromat: I know there's a coffee roasting company nearby, but there wasn't that typical burnt toast tinge to this cinnamon scent. I wonder what it was.

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone was playing as I sat and ate a sandwich during the wash cycle. I saved my salt and vinegar chips for later, and watched a little girl practice her cartwheels on the bright white tiled floor as her parents folded towels and shook out socks.

When I arrived home, I noticed the air around my neighborhood was scented with the sweet smell of wet composting leaves. It smelled positively delicious as I walked along in the dark, hefting the large laundry bag over my shoulder, gripping the plastic handles of my shopping bag, feeling the vup vup of my boot soles striking wet pavement.

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[whapnoggin.livejournal.com]

:rolls on the floor, laughing soundlessly at the idea that 45 degrees is "too warm."