Sniff, Sniff! Ding, ding!

For some reason, I'm more aware this week of people's scents than ever before. Perhaps my sinuses have actually cleared up a bit. Seeing as that won't actually happen...ever...I've concluded that it must be caused by the fact that I am actually around other people. As I walk through the store, I pass by so many people, and each one of them has a particular scent. I know this may sound like crazy-talk or like I've never had a nose before, but it's almost like that. I didn't know until I was around 17 years old that mucus is not supposed to be colored, and its natural state was clear. Kind of like urine.

It is nice to be around people. Even the customers that are more or less difficult to deal with are welcome as it stands. I don't really have to interact with them much more than helping them load an appliance into the back of their truck (if they thought ahead) or solving the puzzle of "Fit the Stove in the Coupe", which is my all-time favorite. "TV in the Almost-SUV" gets the silver. In all situations the pleasantries that are exchanged make me feel like I'm living a real life and not just doing whatever comes into my head. I'm making a difference for these people, even if I didn't sell them the thing, I'm just hoisting into their vehicle. Even so, I'm the last person they see when they leave the shop, so I want their overall impression to be good 'til the very end. Maybe it sounds a bit needy for human interaction, but I have been sitting on my butt for the past 6 months, minus the month of January 2008 when I went insane in a small office.

Wedding planning is overall a smooth, steady process with Lindsay. She's taking full charge of the giant beast, and the thing is well on its way to being a tame creature. Potty training is going very well. In all seriousness, she loves every minute of it; it's equally enjoyable for me to watch her work. I contribute when she asks (frequently asks) and share in most of the planning. This is her element, though. Whereas it is a laborous, though not begrudgingly so, task for me, she spends most of her spare time diving face first into wedding books, websites, and the rest. Sure, it's stressful for us both at times. We're planning a wedding for crying out loud. It should, however, not drive us to madness or anything horrible and turn out quite lovely.


I think I had another thought but it's escaped me now. This is much more than I planned to write anyway.