Memories

I think the memory of smell is maybe the strongest. You know how you walk into a school and smell cafeteria food, and you are flooded with your childhood in school. Or, you walk into a library and smell musty books and remember the public library you went to as a kid. My grandfather always smelled like a mix of sweat, saw dust, and aftershave. I think he used Aqua Velva. It sat in a glass jar in his bathroom and was bright blue like Listerine. He did a lot of wood working in his shop in the back yard that was full of treasures and always smelled of mildew and sawdust. Remembering the way that building smelled is so easy. Isn't it wild how you can remember a smell? So, whenever Will is building something, he comes in and smells just like my grandfather, minus the aftershave. The combination of saw dust and sweat and dirt. We've also been eating actual breakfast on the weekends. Because of the fresh eggs from our chickens, the idea of eating breakfast has become a bit more exciting. Will actually cooks, and I think breakfast on Saturdays should be cooked by the husband. It's just better that way. So, what goes better with eggs? Um, bacon. This morning we had yummy eggs and bacon for breakfast and then ran out to hit the produce market. Okay, really it's the flea market. I would like to call it a farmer's market, but it's just not. So, I have settled for produce market. Another story for another time. We just got home and when we walked in the house, the smell of breakfast was still lingering. You might think that's gross, but all I thought was that this is exactly what my grandparents' house smelled like after breakfast too.