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Basset Sensations Perplex

I’m reminded of shows with minds that detect something, using senses like smell that others don’t pick up on. I’m not clever. Yet, In my chair lately, I’ve smelled eminences that aren’t apparent: weed, beer stench, sulfur. I’m still trying to remember others; but, it might be about my location in the corner of the living room, facing the window, next to the china cabinet. The cat poo detector is always on by default.

What’s surprising is I will pick up on a smell my wife doesn’t detect. Her very sensitive ears and nose can work her OCD button to eliminate. Is it my location, cabinet, new home heating (I smelled boiled water more with the old), or something else? Further, am I unwittingly puzzling a mystery? I’m certain the weed smell is below. My wife properly would not want to admit knowing our youngest is culprit. But, investigation says otherwise.

This is a process that reminds how you can build these moments into a mystery story with other elements to entertain. I’ve quashed the notion. Nothing currently encourages but the same insane belief: they will come, they will read. Not: you’re bored, you’re entertaining yourself. I figured a blog post appropriate, filling obligation foremost. I don’t like shortcutting or mailing things in over thinking myself a bit clever. Then, it’s cut bait and go after the next thing.

It’s an ongoing story. I can resume wonderment any time I care. So, is it tied to ADHD? I can have an overactive imagination. Yeah…no. Can’t say but wait for the next olfactory impulse.



So, when the end comes, and I wash up on the other shore, I’ll see ya.