timex large, 4:20, vanilla baby

4:20 twice a day as every Waldo knows. This 4:20 is AM, not a time for anyone to be up except murderers, stoners, and new mothers. I ordered this Timex because I had lost my other watch  , though super cheap,  this one has bigger everything, My eyes appreciate the enormous face and the military time as well as a light up in the night feature. My other watch was not really lost, just misplaced, but I am glad because  el cheapo Timex  is everything a visually impaired gal could hope for! 

My eyes at 4:20 am, could not determine if my cuppa was full enough...it was. (not shadow- that is coffee)
 

I thought that maybe I had enough uninterrupted time to replant all of the sprouts on the sill, but then realized that the potting soil was outside in the rain and  temperature below chill and the little clay pots were in the mystery garage somewhere.  Onward to another thing to do in the dark.

Early in the afternoon, while running errands, hunting and gathering, I went to the thrift store which I said I would boycott just on principle- looking for , um, what was it that I was looking for???

I forget- but this is what I came away with, who could resist? Plus it was senior discount day- bonus. 

I bought the larger baby doll for Flora, as she is now in the mood for baby dolls with blinky eyes. The little cloth doll is a Waldorf doll with hand knit cable sweater, clean as a whistle, never played with. The little black dolly has stuffing coming out of legs and head. She  is a darling and well worth saving.

So, at 4:20 am, I sat with this baby doll on my lap , looking it up online especially since a woman as I left the shop said," That is a very nice doll- I collect dolls, rather USED to, I had to get rid of 400 , only kept 200 as I have moved into a condo, It broke my heart." (only kept 200!!!)

 This baby doll was made in France. Les Plumini, 1999, a company that prides itself on not using phthalates , cadmium or other harmful substances. The doll is cloth bodied and cuddly, wears French diapers and had a french onesie that had seen better days. I bought it a new outfit for a dollar. Sitting on my lap, in the dark quiet , I felt  a 4:20 a.m. peace. 

I began to wonder if I was experiencing contact munchies- kept smelling cookies , vanilla cookies, getting hungrier by the minute, got up to rummage through the kitchen, put the dolly on the chair. 

The farther I got from dolly the  more the cookie smell waned...

I could not find this doll online anywhere, just  newly made ones, though  did find an obscure description. "Doll smells of  soft vanilla, a comfort  for your child"....Well, that puts the kibosh on giving this baby to our baby! Emily is allergic to fragrances, all sorts, Plus I am realizing now that everywhere this dolly is,  a strong vanilla scent lingers. It is kind of icky , like the feeling you get having consumed way too much buttercream icing on top of fudge on top of a peanut butter toffee chocolate chip brownie- you know that feeling...It is a wonderful doll , just right for cuddling  and in perfect condition. However if 24 years of being in the wild has not weakened the vanilla  cookie smell , nothing will. Dolly is cursed. Poor thing. It is too cute and forlorn to give back to V.V. so I will just let it rest here until I get a taker. Could be a family of covid victims who have lost their sense of smell, or a family of folks having no noses. In the meantime, dolly sits with the rest of odd dolls, on a bed in a room with the door closed- could put it in the bathroom in lieu of air freshener...there's a thought. Dolly does a service!

Daylight finally came- raccoons on the deck having a nosh and few grapes. One stayed behind and took a long nap. Airing out the unders.

It is not unusual to have three pregnant raccoons on the deck ,  all napping at the same time, usually in this position.