On Monday morning my elbow was still in pain during poses that put
the wound in contact with the floor or my body.
Ever since I came
back from the food bank on Saturday there has been a strange, funky smell in my
place. On Sunday I discovered that there was a similar odour coming from the
sealed jug of cold-water detergent that I’d been given. The smell in the air
was stronger though than what I got from sniffing the jug. It spread though the
whole apartment, making other odours smell dirty. I have a bucket of vinegar in
which I’ve been soaking a rock containing amethyst crystals and so the odour of
the acetic acid is usually prevalent but I couldn’t smell it at all since I’d
brought the detergent home. I was beginning to worry that the fumes from the
detergent were mixing with those of the acid and tuning into something
dangerous. So on Monday morning I took the jug and put it outside on the deck.
Within a few minutes the all-permeating pungent odour of the detergent went
away. From now on I think I’ll just stick with the lemon scented Sunlight dish
detergent that I've been washing my clothes and dishes with for years. My
things smell good afterwards and I don’t feel like I’m being poisoned.
The jug said it’s
an irritant but it doesn’t say gas comes clawing out of the sealed bottle. It’s
called Xtra and it contains biodegradable ionic and non-ionic surfactants. One
review says that it's corrosive and may contain ingredients with potential for
cancer and respiratory effects.
That afternoon I
took a bike ride and it was my first long trip since Wednesday evening when I
had the fall that caused the elbow injury. I felt the wound rattling whenever I
went over a bump. From now on whenever I’m mad at something I’ll say, “That
really rattles my elbow!” It was as if a small weasel with no legs was hanging
from my elbow by its teeth and couldn’t let go.
I rode up to
Eglinton and Victoria Park. Eglinton Avenue makes me nervous in a lot of places
west and east of Yonge because there’s a lot of traffic and it’s not very bike
friendly. It looks like there might be a bike lane built for the opening of the
LRT in 2021 or 2022. I took Eglinton across to Pharmacy and then headed south.
I should have waited at the top of the hill before coasting down into the
ravine because the light changed to interrupt my fun.
That night I
watched the last episode of the second season of Dobie Gillis. Dobie and
Maynard graduate from army basic training and Dobie’s parents came up for the
weekend. The men had a top-secret manoeuvre during that time and Dobie's father
decided to give the men extra training WWII style. Maynard fell on his head and
temporarily lost his hearing and so Dobie’s father replaced him in the war game
not realizing that he would be jumping from a plane.
I watched what was
labelled as the first episode of the third season of Dobie Gillis. Dobie,
Maynard and Zelda are suddenly in college, with no explanation about how Dobie
and Maynard got out of the army. It turns out to have been the second episode.
In the original Max Shulman Dobie Gillis stories Dobie was a college student
from the start and there was no Maynard G Krebs. In this story Zelda continues
to put a spanner in the works of any relationship with any other girls that he
tries to start. It’s usually enough for Zelda to show the girl Dobie’s grades
and a picture of his father, but one girl, Maryanne, who personally sees
nothing attractive about Dobie, wants him because Zelda does. She concludes
that if the smartest girl in college sees something in Dobie then he must be a
catch. Zelda begins wearing black like someone in mourning and sits across from
Dobie and Maryanne wherever they go while sobbing with a big bottle marked
“poison” beside her. Even though Maryanne knows it’s a ruse, she finally gives
up and so does Dobie.
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