Today I overcame my driving nerves, now necessary since the pandemic knocked out my driving confidence, and made it to the dentist for the annual ( I refuse to go more often, if it ain't broke, etc) cleaning and measuring and xrays.
This was the five year interval for complete xrays, not just the annual bite wings. I have a small mouth, which some might dispute, but it's really trying to have those inserts wedged in for xrays.
New hygienist, after a couple of pictures said, you know what? The adult equipment is too big, I'm going to switch to pediatric inserts, half the size but the same pictures. This was the easiest time I've ever had. I blessed her. She also said to head off a gag reflex, uncross your feet, lift them both up just a bit and it interrupts the gag! She has a lot of trouble herself, so she does it. I learned something!
Dentist declared me to be in great dental health, nothing to do but empty your wallet, go home, goodbye, see you next year.
The only hard bit was paying for it. Except that as always, on the way home, the car suddenly beeped loudly, flashing screen, as if there was some major issue, this one shouting TIRE PRESSURE LOW.
It's always on the dentist trip that something alerts the car. I think it hates going. Anyway I took a couple of cranberry muffins next door, admired the very nice floor going in upstairs, and when he gets a minute, Gary will attend to the tires. He has an inflater/compressor thing, and it's a short job. Two muffinsworth.
Then another Good Thing happened. There was a whistling kettle on free cycle, local, which I lucked into. My current kettle, though pretty and good quality, boils silently, to the point where I've forgotten it all night.. After a couple of gosh, could have burned the place down episodes, I put an alert on my phone, to clang loudly at 10pm CHECK THE STOVETOP!
This Revere Ware kettle has a piercing whistle which I don't think I can forget. So I've retired the phone alert, from the many notes to self to keep my tricycle triking. I don't think I could cope with a partner now. It's all I can do to cope with moi. That shot reminds me of those early oil paintings where the painter showed off their technical skills, sneaking themselves into the image.
Happy day everyone! Keep triking, whatever that means for you, and I hope Canadian friends had a good Thanksgiving, and will soon recover.
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