I just came back from voting. It was a very solemn place. No one said anything really. No real smiles. Ironically, the day is beautiful here – blue skies and fall colors.
Monthly Archives: November 2008
A Bette Davis Day?
So, I vote today and I am wondering if this evening/night I will be saying, “Fasten your seatbelts; it’s going to be a bumpy ride.”
Tooth day
The dentist’s office called this morning; they had a cancellation and I was able to get my old filling replaced at 10:20 this morning. Well, to be honest, my dentist was alone in the office today and I had to sit in the comfy chair reading for about 45 minutes. Ah, yes . . . it was wonderful. They kept checking on me and apologizing for the wait and I’m telling them it’s fine. No one interrupting my reading. Oh, yeah.
So I have a new natural looking filling where there was metal before. We think the old one was allowing tiny parts of food get in and under it and causing discomfort; well, we’ll see how this one does.
After the numbing wore off, I ate a burrito supreme and had a mixture of Mountain Dew, Pepsi, Diet Pepsi, a splash of red punch, Baja Mountain Dew and Sierra Mist. Don’t tell the folks here at the PBC&R.
Oh, no. It’s Venom 911. Of course, I must watch. Oh, heavens, a guy was bitten at a nursery. Ack.
Post-nasal drip time
Oh, what a subject. Well, I can’t help it; it is driving me crazy. I feel as if I have slime sliding very slowly down the back of my throat. Graphic, huh? I probably should have posted a warning of off-color imagery before I started. I think it is a yucky green. Oh, never mind . . .sorry.
Well, anyway, I have been trying to drink things with a straw and set up a current that will speed the going down the back of the throat process. I have also tried to swallow bites of a foldover in a way that they will sop up the slime the way bread sops up gravy.
I should find another topic, right? Guess I’ll pass on the pictures . . . hahahahahahahahaha.
Hello November
Last night a KGB man in a fur hat and black leather trenchcoat was helping to give out candy at my house. With Sydney. I took a picture of them, but used my cellphone so I could forward it to Quentin and then didn’t really get one with my camera. I’m thinking, however, if I check the camera, I will find Alien Poo in a tree. Summer hid behind the bushes; Alison put on a witch’s hat and Robert sat on the step with his black cast sticking out and actually did the ploppinp of candy into little kids’ bags. Cameron (almost 16) slept through the entire thing. He came down later to mimic steering a car and saying, “Look out, small children.” (See entry below.)
I am going to the nursing home this morning (also see below) and will no doubt tell my story with many flourishes, acting out the parts of the K-9 cop, the dog and myself sobbing once I got home. I just felt that dog betrayed me: It was a speed trap. Well, get over it, AmeliaJake.
Hmmmm, I think I’ll wait until after the breakfast crowd to get over it. This morning, with every foldover will come a “tell over” of my distress.