November 23rd, 2020

As I was looking at the Wallflowers Refills (the bottles of smelly stuff you plug into the base, which plugs into the wall) a nice young woman approached and asked if she could help me find what I was looking for. I told her I was looking for stronger scents, but I spared her the reason why. She introduced me to their new scent called “You’re the One.” It didn’t smell bad so I chose it for our first plug in, so to speak. I got, actually, six different scents. I think I meant to get only 5 because there was a sale: Five for $24, I think, but I ended up with six little bottles, so maybe the sale was six for $24?
A quick note about the house. It’s small. There’s a living room, dining room, and family room all in a row front to back on the lot. A kitchen next to the dining room. And off the living room is a hallway with three bedrooms and the bathroom.
Obviously I plugged the Wallflower into the bathroom outlet, where it’s needed most. Holy hell, I can smell that thing in the dining room, I swear!
It smells good, to be sure. But WOW does it work. I can’t smell a thing but that plug in. In fact, I took it out tonight and replaced it with the regular old night light. I needed a break. The smell is so strong that I could barely sleep last night. Okay, that’s a slight exaggeration, but still, it’s super strong, especially in a house this small.
In other words: IT WORKS! Hooooooraaaaay!
Best investment I ever made. No more gross bathroom smells. I can’t believe how easy it was.
I still have the Lysol handy, but I gotta say, I think I’ve solved the bathroom stink problem. I couldn’t be happier.
As for mom, she likes the new nightlight. She doesn’t remember getting it. She saw it, of course, when I returned from the store and handed her the bag. (She waited in the car while I went in the store. Covid precautions, obviously.) As strong as the scent is, I don’t think she’s smelled it. With Alzheimer’s they say the sense of smell is the first to go. (Don’t quote me on this. I have no research to back this up.) She can’t smell anything else, and she hasn’t once commented on the scent or that it’s super strong. But she does like the design of the plug.
No particular update on today’s wild memory loss. Same old. She commented that she likes the dry erase board. She likes knowing what’s coming and what’s on the agenda for the day. She told me that she’s thankful for me and that she doesn’t know what she’d do without me. I’m not bragging here, only documenting. She says this once in a while, and it’s like us recommitting ourselves to each other. She tells me she appreciates all I do for her and I tell her I’m not going anywhere. AKA: she doesn’t have to go into a nursing home, and I’m not going to abandon her. (I’ll admit, though, that it’s nice to hear. I hear from other people in the online support group that their loved ones say nasty things to them, kick them out of the house, and say terrible things about them to friends and relatives on the phone. I don’t know what I’d do if mom ever got that way. Maybe if she became that way I’d be forgiving and solicitous since she’s said so many times that she does appreciate what I’ve done. I’d know it was the disease and not her true feelings. Anyway, she’s kind now, and I’m grateful for that.)

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