Ready, blow

Are there seriously people who don’t pick their noses? I don’t see how they can get through life comfortably without picking their noses. When the air is so dry, and it creates that painful layer, there is no moisture to ease it out of the nostrils by merely blowing it out. It must be scratched or grabbed. The same is true with some of the not-so-dry stuff, and the small pieces that end up fluttering but staying put when we blow.

I just don’t get it. We grow up feeling it is wrong to do, but I kind of find it rather necessary at times. Picking one’s nose ought to be an acceptable activity, even as an adult.

Granted, my now-step-ish-brother used to pick his nose with his tongue as a kid, and then eat it. I can still see him doing it. Now, that is gross. (Though, I’m not so sure it had any actual harmful effects, and it rather could potentially boost the immune system, so it might not be such a bad idea, health-wise…) However, using a nail to clean out a nostril, and then washing the nail-finger-hand involved has no reason not to be allowed in life.

I mean, why are they the perfect size, if they aren’t meant to go up one’s nose? Same with the ears, really…

Just sharing. Hashtag Nose-Picking: not just for kids anymore? 😛

Post-a-day 2021

Facial deception

I guess my brain just automatically assumes that everyone else is really pretty and handsome. More often than not, when I see someone, whom I previously have only seen wearing a mask, remove his or her mask, I am mentally extremely surprised at the face I see. The features are not bad, necessarily – they are just not what I expected. And I have noticed that what I have been expecting is almost always something that would be classified as quite good-looking (if not model-like, even).

Kind of funny, huh?

Makes me glad that I wear a mask that has a photo of my face on it. Sure, my lips don’t move when I talk, and it’s a bit off on sizing, and the coloring is slightly jaundiced, but it is my face, and people get to see that. And they won’t let me forget how much they are grateful for the opportunity to see someone’s actual face. And I am grateful.

Post-a-day 2020

R(acc)oonmate Update (ish)

Warning: Gross stuff in this one.

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Okay, well, the raccoons still live with me, but at least the maggots and their wretched stench are gone.

Yes, you read that correctly.

(At least, so long as you actually did read it correctly, including the part with the maggots, then you read t correctly…)

The live trap that I have had to check daily, and have checked usually twice a day, which has captured no raccoon – which I never much expected, seeing as how they all moved to the bathroom downstairs once the babies were born (at least, we think babies have been born, due to all the early morning chatter in the past couple weeks or so) – instead had its container of bait go from brown wet cat food to reddish-pink maggot mush, and stunk up the attic and, consequently, the stairway that leads into my room.

Fortunately, I was on the phone with my cousin when I discovered this, and asked her what to do, as I worked on not panicking too terribly.

She asked her mother and father, whose home she is still visiting, and my aunt quickly told me to carry the cage outdoors, dump the bait container into a plastic bag, seal the bag, drop bag in the outdoor trash bin, trip the trap, and leave it on the back outside porch to be retrieved by the company who set it and left it.

I kept them on speakerphone with the phone on my hip for moral support as I aimed desperately not to gag and hurl while bringing the whole thing down two flights of bendy staircases, and then another staircase outside to the ground, and followed the instructions of my aunt.

I dare say that, if I’d not been managing my own desperate desire to panic and cry, I would have come up with the same solution, so I was quite willing to follow the instructions.

Unfortunately, I had to jimmy a makeshift air funnel to clear out the space, since there’s only one tiny widow that even goes to outdoors up here, and so that was tough to arrange.

However, I was gone doing study buddy work with a friend of mine for a few hours, so I didn’t have to be here while it did the bulk of air clearing out.

Now, sitting on my bed, longing for sleep, I am nervous to turn off all the fans, for fear of the germs and smell that might still be lingering – eeeeeeww!!!!! – but am so sick and tired (yes, I actually have come down with a rather terrible cold today – the dry and painful kind that just make everything hurt and clog the back of the nose, but don’t provide the relief of a runny nose’s nose blow from a wet cold), I want to go to sleep.

Perhaps I’ll leave it all as-is, and go to sleep anyway… if I get too cold later, I’ll swap the fan nearest me with the heater (only one outlet over here, you see, and no central air option).

Yes, I think that is my plan now.

Ow… my body and head and throat hurt.

Goodnight, folks.

Post-a-day 2019