It's a nice day today so my dad is out working on the deck plate he still wants to use as a gangway to connect to the floating dock. It's a nice day, about 70 degrees or so, and perfect for working in the back yard in the sun. Naturally, this makes you sweat.
If you've never smelled a sweaty old man, I have to tell you, it's quite the experience. It reminds me a mostly of a wet dog, with traces of vomit and dog shit. I'd rather smell a cat litter box. I'd rather smell a wet dog. I'd rather smell low tide at the docks where the shrimp boats gather. I can not adequately convey this odor. It must be experienced.
My dad's not dirty. He takes a shower in the morning. His clothes appear to be clean (he does laundry and I check them on occasion just to make sure they are free of odor, etc., and they are). It's just this FREAKING MIASMA that hangs about him when he's sweating like this, that I have never quite experienced. It's something totally different and it is highly nauseating. This is the second time I've smelled it, and was able to ascertain for certain its source.
Not sure why this odor is so bad (I've experienced lots of odors tramping around swamps, woods, derelict building, hobo camps, shelters, etc.) and I can only wonder what the true source of this odor is. He does eat an awful lot of bad food - meat, canned goods, restaurant food. He rarely, if ever, eats fresh fruit or vegetables. Perhaps this is the root cause. Or maybe it's something else.
The police have finished digging in the bank by the dock and we are free to put the freaking dock in. They've found nothing worth a real clue about the bones, just something that washed up and got buried over the years. Wonderful. Now I can't wait until my dad's ready to try and move the damned dock into place.
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