Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to talk about some kind of different stuff, on this lazy, dry afternoon in mid September. You may remember me from such posts as “Shedding Light”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. I know this makes my posterior looks larger than it really is, but lately I’ve been enjoying lying under the kitchen table, close to the guy I live with, when he’s typing away at the laptop or watching TV.
More plants are up here than there were last week. The Madonna lily, Lilium candidum, is up, though there are more bulbs than just the one shown here. The others are taking their time. You plant these bulbs pretty shallowly, and earlier than other lilies, because they produce leaves at this time of year (I guess it’s not necessary for me to say that); the leaves can get tattered by winter cold but more will grow in spring.
And there are colchicums. Here’s ‘Innocence’ again.And Colchicum cilicicum. And ‘Faberge’s Silver’. Pretty neat, huh? There are others in flower too, but some of them have earwigs in them, and who wants to see earwigs?
Which brings me to the title of today’s post. You were probably wondering. Or maybe just grossed out and didn’t want to read anything about cockroaches.
You know how people are always giving advice even when it’s not wanted? Like always? Well, after the guy I live with’s wife died, people said he should get rid of all of her stuff, which really rubbed him the wrong way, partly because of the unsolicited advice, but also because he likes having a lot of her stuff around the house.
Including the magnets and things on the refrigerator doors.
Yes, some of the magnets and cards could be straightened.
Yesterday, while the guy I live with was vacuuming the rugs in the kitchen, he heard a crunching sound and discovered that a couple of the magnets had been knocked onto the floor, and one, a big cockroach magnet, was broken in two.
I wondered if everyone would be jealous of this big cockroach refrigerator magnet; the guy I live with said “Probably”. I mean what else would you want crawling on your refrigerator door?
The truth is that he had never noticed this particular magnet before. It’s made of wood, and was probably something his wife made by gluing a magnet onto it, not an actual refrigerator magnet, but of course it became one when a magnet was glued onto it and then it was stuck on the refrigerator door.
There are lots of things like that in the house, still. It has been over eleven years since his wife died, but the guy I live with is still finding various objects of mystery, you might say.
Also just yesterday, he was downstairs looking for a DVD to watch (the DVDs are all downstairs in a closet), he just happened to look on the very dusty bookshelf and saw a couple of things which he had never opened, and so he looked, for the first time ever. There was some kind of extremely pleasant scent in that bottle with its glass dropper, an essence or something. Vastly nicer than the perfume that’s been in the air for so long.
And then that little box to the left of the bottle was opened. (Not very much in focus, I know.)This was even nicer. I could smell it on the guy I live with when he came upstairs; he said it was either dragon’s blood or amber. Those were two of his wife’s favorite scents. He knew the difference between the two but couldn’t remember.
There are all kinds of scents in the case in the studio next to the bedroom. The guy I live with hasn’t checked out any of these. (Another picture not in focus.)I can’t describe the way the studio smells, but the guy I live with said it’s like entering a room that’s been closed for ages, and getting whiffs of something redolent. Not only are there bottles, but also the scents of some candles, old incense, and books.
So, anyway, that’s what happened yesterday and today. Yes, opening a little bottle and a little box made the day interesting for him. “Too bad there wasn’t a genie”, he said. I think squirrels are much more interesting but the guy I live with said he’d like to find more bottles filled with mysterious, fragrant substances. Or maybe a genie.
And I guess the cockroach can’t be fixed, and is going to be tossed.