dental sins
My errand on the way to the church men’s meeting (August 28th) was to go by the health food store, since this is one of the few places that I can find toothpaste to which I’m not allergic. The problem is that I seem to be unable to go to that store and just buy the toothpaste. I have an affinity for some of their snack treats – the two for this visit was a container of dried papaya spears and one of carob covered raisons. I don’t think this could be construed as a vice – maybe, unless one ate the contents of both containers at one sitting.
After returning from the successful meeting, I still had to do something with the rejected peaches that we brought home – since they do not keep as well as those not rejected. Fortunately we have an old refrigerator in the basement and I was able to store all but a few in that cool confinement. Shortly after this, I crashed for the evening, having had enough excitement for the day.
Someway, somehow, magical or otherwise, the next morning came – the morning for my early dentist appointment. This day was the day that I had to pay for some past dental sins – I had two cavities to be repaired, discovered on my last checkup. As I sat in the chair, contemplating which of my sins brought me to this place, the piped-in music was supposed to be oldies but I do not remember them – this was troubling, since I am an oldie.
The tooth repairs were successful and though most of my mouth was numb and felt lopsided, I stopped by Wal-Mart for a few items, figuring that I wouldn’t look that odd this early in the day. Had a great time, not much traffic – people or cars – and eventually stepped up to pay. The total rang up to 60 cents more than I had on my person – embarrassing – I had her deduct one item, paid and slunk out of the place, determined to count the cost a little better next time.
Later in the afternoon I mowed a little – unearthly hot and humid – had MIL and BIL over for supper and later had the other BIL, SIL and PN (pregnant niece (with twin girls)) to finish up the victuals. Between the two visits, mostly, I finished the section of mowing I had started, came in and soaked in the tub – for pain relief in old achy muscles.
Not long before my bedtime, I was visiting blogland on my computer when my younger daughter called. When I asked YD how her day went, she just seemed to be happy to be going to bed. I suggested a comeback for my own question – Successful day = nobody's dead, nobody bled, now I’m going to bed. She agreed that these would be some of the components of a good day, considering the rambunctiousness of her three little boys. I consider myself blessed to at least live close to two-thirds of the ‘grands’. ec
After returning from the successful meeting, I still had to do something with the rejected peaches that we brought home – since they do not keep as well as those not rejected. Fortunately we have an old refrigerator in the basement and I was able to store all but a few in that cool confinement. Shortly after this, I crashed for the evening, having had enough excitement for the day.
Someway, somehow, magical or otherwise, the next morning came – the morning for my early dentist appointment. This day was the day that I had to pay for some past dental sins – I had two cavities to be repaired, discovered on my last checkup. As I sat in the chair, contemplating which of my sins brought me to this place, the piped-in music was supposed to be oldies but I do not remember them – this was troubling, since I am an oldie.
The tooth repairs were successful and though most of my mouth was numb and felt lopsided, I stopped by Wal-Mart for a few items, figuring that I wouldn’t look that odd this early in the day. Had a great time, not much traffic – people or cars – and eventually stepped up to pay. The total rang up to 60 cents more than I had on my person – embarrassing – I had her deduct one item, paid and slunk out of the place, determined to count the cost a little better next time.
Later in the afternoon I mowed a little – unearthly hot and humid – had MIL and BIL over for supper and later had the other BIL, SIL and PN (pregnant niece (with twin girls)) to finish up the victuals. Between the two visits, mostly, I finished the section of mowing I had started, came in and soaked in the tub – for pain relief in old achy muscles.
Not long before my bedtime, I was visiting blogland on my computer when my younger daughter called. When I asked YD how her day went, she just seemed to be happy to be going to bed. I suggested a comeback for my own question – Successful day = nobody's dead, nobody bled, now I’m going to bed. She agreed that these would be some of the components of a good day, considering the rambunctiousness of her three little boys. I consider myself blessed to at least live close to two-thirds of the ‘grands’. ec
posted by mreddie | 9:25 PM
8 Comments:
Pah! even the 80s are considered oldies now ... or classics.
I don't even relate to the music of today...give me the real oldies, like Perry Como or Andy Williams.
AC - True, and those were ones that I didn't listen to back then and care even less for now.
bonita - I have always enjoyed voice harmony and there is not a lot of that going on - just yelling and screaming - not good. ec
Hi M Eddie ~~ Glad you survived the dental treatment OK as they are not fun. I enjoyed the trip and seeing relatives and as you say we are able to comfort each other. I am still
tired after it all. Take care,Merle.
I have never heard of anyone allergic to toothpaste!
merle - Glad you got back safely. It seems each trip wears me out more than the last.
thebeloved - It's the ingredients, particularly the fluoride and some of the cleansing agents that cause the allergy. I use a natural products toothpaste and have for many years now. ec
I like the successful day definition. :-)
jayleigh - With little boys that is about how to measure the day. :) ec
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