My Chickens and I share our magical sunroom as our offices. My purple imac and a gold buddha snow globe Goddess Jen gifted me after I admired it in her home sit on my big white desk with a teal drawer kitty corner from their desks and we all work quite well together, along with our rescue kitty Frank Sinatra, always in residence soaking up the sun. At times the amazing sunlight pours in so much so that I need to wear shorts and a tank top.
Man, nature is magical - and powerful.
Yesterday I noticed a really awful smell in our sunroom, despite the essential chakra oil diffuser running and the nag champa incense I light every morning. I asked my Chickens to take off their socks - “They must be what’s creating this smell,” I reasoned. They laughed and said it wasn’t their socks. “Take ‘em off anyhow,” I continued. "I can’t take this smell.”
The stench remained.
Have you seen the Seinfeld where Jerry’s brand new BMW gets “stinkified” by a valet with BBO (“Beyond BO”)? He gets it detailed a few times and still the smell remains. So he gives it away to a stranger on the street.
This smell was reminiscent of that episode.
This afternoon one of my chickens called me from school (not sure how, they confiscate their phones at the beginning of school, but he finessed it) asking me to please call him out because…he had found the smell and he needed to come home stat to clean out his backpack before any of his classmates identified that “that smell” was coming from his backpack. So far no one had put it together, as everyone held their noses wondering where “that smell” was coming from.
“That smell” was the result of some unidentified food gone way bad a long time ago - in his thermos - in said backpack.
Oh boy.
I send hot lunches with them every day in thermoses. No wonder it smelled so awful. And, come to think of it, I hadn’t seen that pretty light blue thermos for quite a while.
I laughed so hard, then had the quandary of what to say to Elaine at the front desk (synchronicity there re Seinfeld quoted above) because I cannot- and will not - lie. My HH happened to be in the kitchen with me since Brandeis’ school year just finished so he made the call and did what is definitely not my lane - he was super vague and brief regarding why he’d be picking up our chicken.
Wow. Blew my mind. Brevity and being nebulous not my lane - yet. Always learning, growing and expanding, like you! We all are. That’s why we came to 3D Earth school.
As my chicken and I dumped his backpack out on our lawn to discover the stinky culprit, we continued to laugh so hard we were crying.
I love to reuse and recycle and do not prefer to waste food; however, this was a whole different ball game. Everything in that backpack went in the trash and the trash bin was taken to the curb stat. Remembering the Seinfeld, we were not messing around.
The backpack itself is in the wash at the moment - heavy cycle, hot temp with vinegar added and fingers crossed. Pretty sure that’s also gonna be in the trash after the spin cycle. And I am 100% certain that more will unfold regarding this hilarious event - illuminating how it will somehow benefit all, since it doesn’t matter what happens, it matters what you do with what happens.
And my chicken, HH, and I laughed all through this experience, kept it light, which is, after all, what “enlightenment” is: lightening up. 💫
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