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It's that smell

Wet grass, moss, wet earth- a special combination of smell that does not sit well with me- to me this is the reek of decay. Happens when it has been raining hard and the sun comes out again. And it has been raining like mad last night. Pool is overflowing, yet gladly no water made it into the cellar this time, and the odd smell is everywhere. Despite the not so ideal weather hubby is off with Oscar, Xaver and Cassian (and their parents, who might or might not keep their offspring in line) to the presentation of a local fire brigade. Seeing the photos they sent me I presume they have lots of fun. I have, too, by definitely not doing housework but reading the last chapters of a book that´s on my kindle unread for too long now.
A friend of mine is on her way to Croatia just now. Two weeks on a ship with no grandchildren- the two are too young, her daughter says, while friend says that they are simply too ill-behaved to survive long on a sailing ship. But still, two weeks without noisy children must be heaven! Unfeasible with husband mine, I vividly remember his cry of outrage, when I suggested a vacation in a hotel for adults only!
There are more times hubby drives me up the walls. For example, yesterday I boiled marrowbones and pork ribs for today´s ramen bowl, intending to give the meat on the ribs to the cat. Vaire cat is a lousy feeder, always has been, but she loves cooked meat. And what did hubby do? Took the bones, cut off the meat and made himself a sandwich. Our fridge bursts with turkey ham and bacon, but he, who is not supposed to eat pork and the like because of gout, prefers to eat the cat´s food. That´s gross!