The day of the "Yucky Dead Smell"  

ButteryDelight 58F
1961 posts
6/3/2006 12:39 am

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6/11/2006 8:58 pm

The day of the "Yucky Dead Smell"


I suffer from insomnia and have been unable to sleep for more then 36 hours. I tried to go to sleep for a while, but, have been tossing and turning for an hour. Since writing my thoughts down helps to relax me I thought I'd get up and post a message to my blog.

Some of my friends here at AdultFriendFinder have wanted to hear more tales of my childhood and the large family I have. That being the case I will tell you a funny story from my childhood.

We were farmers. We had a medium sized farm in Iowa. My how dull that sounds. Yes, farmers but oh not just any farmers. We were hog farmers. We grew corn and black-eyed peas to dry and feed the hogs with. We also made our own country sausage with sage seasoning. I will never forget the SMELL of slaughtered hogs. There is nothing quite like it. And no, it is not a GOOD smell. It's kind of a cross between smelling like something died and well..smelling like something had REALLY died.

In our family we all worked together to keep the farm running efficiently. All of us had daily chores, which we had to finish before we were free to do anything else. Before even schoolwork, those chores had to be done. My chores were to gather eggs, slop the hogs and hose down (clean) the slaughtering tables. I was too little to clean the saws my brothers did those. I just had to spray disinfectant and hose down the long metal tables the dead hogs laid on. My brothers would fill the sprayers with the disinfectant and I would do the actually cleaning and washing off of the tables. Usually when cleaning the tables I wore a huge plastic apron to cover my clothes, but on the afternoon of this story I did not take the time to put on the rubber apron.

One afternoon when I was eight years old, I was unusually excited and hurried quickly through my chores. The reason I was excited was because my neighbor and friend was coming over to play. We were going to play in the tree house and maybe swim in the creek if it was warm enough.

Like I said, I was extremely excited. It was a special treat, having a friend come over. I literally danced in place, watching down the road for her folks truck to come driving up. My friends parents went inside the house for coffee and cake while me and my friend clasped hands together and ran around to the back of the yard.

We giggled as we climbed into the tree house and began the fun of being together. It wasn't long before my friend wrinkled her nose and said. "What IS that smell"? I sniffed and asked her "What smell?” Cause I couldn't smell anything unusual. In a soft whisper my friend said, "It smells like something died". I said "Oh, that's just the smell of the hogs we killed and sent to market". My friend nodded her head. She knew what that smell was because her parents were hog farmers just like mine were. Then she shrugged her shoulders and said, "Yes, but this is very yucky" and she waved her hand in front of her nose like one does when smelling something offensive. I said, "Let's move away from the door and maybe it will go away". We moved and soon were laughing as we had a doll tea party in the tree house. During our pretend tea party my friend would stop playing occasionally, wave her hand in front of her face and complain about the smell.

When we grew bored with the tree house we climbed down the ladder and went to the big tire swing under the oak tree. We took turns pushing each other. Our squeals of joy filled the air as we spun in so many circles we swayed like a drunk when we stopped the swing. From the tire swing we went to the tool shed and dragged out the Red Ryder wagon. We took turns pulling each other around the yard. That Red Ryder became a covered wagon as we tried to escape from the wild Indians. We then jumped rope and played jacks. The only thing that marred our time together was the fact that my friend kept insisting that there was a "Yucky, dead smell" around here somewhere. But, like the young do, we ignored that, pushing it aside and had as much fun as we could.

All too soon the afternoon had flown by and it was time for my friend to go home. I stood in the front yard with my parents and waved until my friend’s truck was gone from sight.

As we turned to go into the house, my parents stopped and sniffed at me, then looked at each other and then getting closer sniffed again.
"Did you complete your chores?" my father's stern voice said. "Of course I did", I piped. Mom reached up and from my hair pulled a long strand of hog intestines. Dad pointed to my socks, which were stained with hog blood. "You need a bath,” they said firmly. I now knew where that "yucky dead smell" had come from. Yes, it had come from me. My body, my clothes. I can laugh about it now. About how in my eagerness to be finished with my chores in order to play with my friend, I didn't even notice what a mess I was and how smelly I had made my overalls. But, at that time I saw no humor in it. I was as mortified as only a shy eight-year-old girl can be and burst into tears. I just knew my friend would never come back. Well, readers, she did come back and neither one of us ever mentioned the day of the "yucky dead smell"

Well, another friend suggested I try deep breathing and relaxation methods to help me sleep. Hmmm. Sounds like yoga. But, I am going to give it a try and perhaps this time I will sleep.


ThaRealLiv 43M

6/3/2006 2:14 am

When I need ta sleep I just count sheep, cause I know I'll get bored quick. You're post sounds interesting though. I like it when people can make a story out of their life that fits inta tha big picture. I'm also going over aspects of my childhood that are relevant to current events. I don't know if your story fits inta mine, but interesting nonetheless.


loadeddice05 44M

6/3/2006 5:42 am

You can learn to meditate it might help. This will teach you to quiet your mind greatly. I used to suffer from mild cases of insomnia and would have to wait till I was about to keel over to get some sleep?? And that was a real mess??? Lack of sleep will drive you crazy!! And that's bad?? LOL!


ButteryDelight 58F

6/3/2006 6:20 am

    Quoting ThaRealLiv:
    When I need ta sleep I just count sheep, cause I know I'll get bored quick. You're post sounds interesting though. I like it when people can make a story out of their life that fits inta tha big picture. I'm also going over aspects of my childhood that are relevant to current events. I don't know if your story fits inta mine, but interesting nonetheless.
ThaRealLiv,

Counting sheep doesn't help me. I just start thinking about lamb chops Thank you for your interest. Please come by and visit my blog again.

ButteryDelight


ButteryDelight 58F

6/3/2006 6:28 am

    Quoting loadeddice05:
    You can learn to meditate it might help. This will teach you to quiet your mind greatly. I used to suffer from mild cases of insomnia and would have to wait till I was about to keel over to get some sleep?? And that was a real mess??? Lack of sleep will drive you crazy!! And that's bad?? LOL!
Thank you for visiting again. I'm not sure what meditating is. Is it thinking about calm things like, soft fluffy clouds and baby bunnies? Or maybe it is thinking thoughts about God? I have tried to think about calm things and I start off great but soon my mind shifts into high gear and out come the dreaded mental lists of things to do.
..*sigh* I will give it a try again, though. It just might help. Thank you for the suggestion.


loadeddice05 44M

6/3/2006 7:45 am

    Quoting ButteryDelight:
    Thank you for visiting again. I'm not sure what meditating is. Is it thinking about calm things like, soft fluffy clouds and baby bunnies? Or maybe it is thinking thoughts about God? I have tried to think about calm things and I start off great but soon my mind shifts into high gear and out come the dreaded mental lists of things to do.
    ..*sigh* I will give it a try again, though. It just might help. Thank you for the suggestion.
...chanting...... If you can learn to meditate you will learn to sttle your mind and probably fall asleep??? I hate fluffy clouds and bunnies taste good!! So even gruff people like myself need to calm their minds!!!! Try it?????


ButteryDelight 58F

6/3/2006 8:54 am

    Quoting loadeddice05:
    ...chanting...... If you can learn to meditate you will learn to sttle your mind and probably fall asleep??? I hate fluffy clouds and bunnies taste good!! So even gruff people like myself need to calm their minds!!!! Try it?????
chanting..like deep breathing and them hmmmmmmmmming?. Interesting. Is there a book I could read on the subject of meditating? I am willing to try anything. I did sleep some, finally. Only four hours but it was better then nothing.


rm_Melciber 61M
214 posts
6/3/2006 11:42 am

BD - I know that insomnia is not something that is really in your control - people can say . . .don愒 drink coffee, tea or wine, drink camomile tea instead . . . or don愒 eat later than (fill in a time - usually before 7 p.m.) . . . or read a book and turn out the light the moment you first feel tired - - - - but it all comes crashing down when you扉e tried it all and still toss and turn.

What I do is a substitute - I breath.
Flat on my back.
I breath in through my nose and out through my mouth.
I breath by opening my lungs so the in-breath is muscle-driven and the outbreath is like a sigh of relaxation.
I breath to the depths of my lungs so I am so full of air, and release it before I hold on.
I breath out till I am flat out of breath then allow the air to rush in before I forget what I am doing.
In all this I watch my breath - - - and my mind becomes empty of everything but me watching the breathing.
I can do this for hours and it is better than sleep.
Sweet gentle breath.

Love the story BTW

< - - - lives life in the Eternal Blond Moment


ButteryDelight 58F

6/3/2006 1:03 pm

    Quoting rm_Melciber:
    BD - I know that insomnia is not something that is really in your control - people can say . . .don愒 drink coffee, tea or wine, drink camomile tea instead . . . or don愒 eat later than (fill in a time - usually before 7 p.m.) . . . or read a book and turn out the light the moment you first feel tired - - - - but it all comes crashing down when you扉e tried it all and still toss and turn.

    What I do is a substitute - I breath.
    Flat on my back.
    I breath in through my nose and out through my mouth.
    I breath by opening my lungs so the in-breath is muscle-driven and the outbreath is like a sigh of relaxation.
    I breath to the depths of my lungs so I am so full of air, and release it before I hold on.
    I breath out till I am flat out of breath then allow the air to rush in before I forget what I am doing.
    In all this I watch my breath - - - and my mind becomes empty of everything but me watching the breathing.
    I can do this for hours and it is better than sleep.
    Sweet gentle breath.

    Love the story BTW

    < - - - lives life in the Eternal Blond Moment
You are so right, Melciber. Insomnia is something very much out of my control. I've been told it is temporary. Hmmm. Is two years temporary? I will try the breathing Melicber. It did help some and I was able to get 4 good hours of sleep. I'm glad that you enjoyed my story and my "blond" moment. Hope that you return to read and comment again.


ohcurious14 59M
1683 posts
6/6/2006 6:20 am

My anecdote? Having my Love lying on my shoulder her leg bent and crossed over mine, snuggled and smelling real good.


ButteryDelight 58F

6/6/2006 11:45 am

    Quoting ohcurious14:
    My anecdote? Having my Love lying on my shoulder her leg bent and crossed over mine, snuggled and smelling real good.
Hmmm. I don't think my cuddling with your love would help relax me.lol. But, I will looking into the cuddling idea.


ohcurious14 59M
1683 posts
6/6/2006 12:21 pm

Hey !!! How about a group hug?

I knew that you knew I'd know you knew i'd know you knew I knew you'd know!!!!!!


wickedeasy 67F  
26772 posts
6/6/2006 1:58 pm

oh dear - i used to spend summers on my uncle's farm - dairy farmers on my mom's side -

one day we were playing tag and a cow hsd calved in the back barn - i was running fast and didn't look - fell splat on my face into the afterbirth -

no one would come near me - finally my uncle took pity and sprayed me down with the hose (laughing like a loon the whole time)

i still remember the smell - shudders

You cannot conceive the many without the one.


ButteryDelight 58F

6/8/2006 12:12 am

    Quoting ohcurious14:
    Hey !!! How about a group hug?

    I knew that you knew I'd know you knew i'd know you knew I knew you'd know!!!!!!
Wow, OC, Sir. Just saying that once makes me want to close my eyes and drift away to a happy place. It's a good thing that I knew that'd you know that I knew.

GROUP HUG!..


ButteryDelight 58F

6/8/2006 12:14 am

    Quoting wickedeasy:
    oh dear - i used to spend summers on my uncle's farm - dairy farmers on my mom's side -

    one day we were playing tag and a cow hsd calved in the back barn - i was running fast and didn't look - fell splat on my face into the afterbirth -

    no one would come near me - finally my uncle took pity and sprayed me down with the hose (laughing like a loon the whole time)

    i still remember the smell - shudders
EWWWWWW, YUCK! Easy. Those kind of things are never forgotten.

Buttery Delight


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