Sometimes, when I use a public restroom in, say, a Target store or a Caribou...I wonder, if I were homeless, how could I get away with sleeping in here? And I think, how would I do that? If I waited in the bathroom until the store closed would anyone check the bathroom? And if they did, what would I say? How could I get myself out of that jam? And then I think, well if I were homeless, I could sleep in my car. With my two kids. My car isn't that big, maybe I could trade it for a van. That would be more comfortable at least, a little more roomy. We could store some stuff, well more stuff than if we just lived in my car. And then I start thinking about, how the car, or van, would start to smell after a while...I mean with just the smell of living, and food, and then I start thinking about about how much I hate the drive in for that very reason. because the car smells like food and humans and it is just gross to me and if you open the windows, then mosquitoes get in and my kids and I welt up like crazy from mosquitoe bites. it is insane how badly we react. If we lived in Africa, we would need more than just mosquito netting, we would have to bathe in deet. Actually, we would probably just die of malaria right away. But back to the smelliness of the car/van, I mean even in my house it sometimes does not smell good, which is why they make products such as Febreze, plug ins, candles or fabric softener sheets. I actually burn incense a lot at home. Sam and I say a prayer most mornings and light an incense, so hopefully my house smells like that more than food and human. I even have this awesome candle I got at World Market that smells just like a man. Well, not like any man I have ever known, but like how I would want a man that I know to smell. It is called Indian Sage or some such scent and I wonder if that is not a key to tell what kind of man to be open to, an Indian Sage. but is that like a politically incorrect Native American or a man from India? I suppose both cultures would produce sages. And then I wonder if they would smell like my candle? How disappointing if I found my "Indian Sage" and he didn't smell like my candle. That would be sad. It might end things right then for me. I can be fickle in that way. And I suppose the scent in a Target bathroom overnight might not be the best. But a Caribou bathroom, yea, I could sleep deeply with the coffee smell lingering around me all night, and I could probably sneak out of the bathroom once the doors were locked and snooze on the couch.
Sometimes I think about stuff like that,