smell of the past
I came home today to inspect the progress on the shower repair. The contractor had removed the wall tiles and the board behind them.
The smell took me right back to my childhood; Camping and grandparents’ cabins. Specifically the outhouses. Not the sewage smell but the wet, mildewy, moldy wood smell. Not bad memories, just bad smells.
I should have taken a picture, but since there’s no smell-o-rama on teh interwebs it wouldn’t have made much of an impression. We’ll see how the rest goes.
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
June 11th, 2008 at 2:17 pm
I often thank my lucky stars that blogs aren’t scratch and sniff. Here’s another example.