The Dentist

19_05_05, originally uploaded by xdrjohnx.

This is my mom:

Walk out the door and its cloudy - "grrr"

Get a call; the flight is canceled - "grrr"

Sun comes out fifteen minutes later - "grrr"

So no flying today; I think its been rescheduled for Saturday (I'll have the cam just in case...) Instead of the airfield, we drove over to Fantastic Sams to get my head straightened out. I explained that the two sides weren't very even and when the lady saw what I was talking about she just started laughing. And I've been wearing this shit for a week... After she'd cooled down a little, she got her scissors and fixed me up:

Can?

Off to the dentist. I'd never been to this guy before and he turned out to be a total quack. Once he finally showed up he looked in my mouth for all of five seconds then said, "No cavities, you're good to go." He was half out the door when I said, "Hey, I've been having some pain in my jaw because I think my teeth are shifting and its affecting my bite. Is that a problem?" He says, "No that's natural. Teeth move." I'm like, "But could that cause jaw complications in the future?" He looks at me with his black fish-eyes, "It's a 70/30 kind of thing." And he leaves. The nurse is about to leave too and I say, "Wait, what's 70 and what's 30?" She doesn't know. Well thank god for dentists.

So the rest of the day I was helping my parents move their crap around. They're moving houses so they put all their stuff in a storage warehouse and now we're emptying that into the new house. They have so much crap! These last few days has cured me of any lingering consumerism I might have had festing in my gut. It is gone now. I'm one frugal chimichanga. I don't ever want to feel like I'm the bitch of my own stuff. I haul it around. I have to worry about it. If it breaks, I gotta fix it. The only way to get rid of that feeling, that I know of, is to get rid of the crap. Thoreau said in 'Walden' that someone once gave him two slices of crystal to use as paper weights. When he discovered that they had to be dusted, he picked them up and threw them out his window. Hehe, i like.

This is my favorite spot in the new house. It's a little porch on the second floor off of the master bedroom. Veddy nice and quite.