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Weekend Review
Getting Better
I was sick throughout the weekend, of course. When I went to bed last night I more than half-way thought that I'd be staying home again today. But this morning I woke up half an hour before, and knew right away that I'd be going in. I feel much better; my lungs and throat are 95% clear.
New Lamps For Old
It was an odd weekend. Teri went on a cleaning spree, of sorts. Among her projects was completely cleaning out our back porch.
As I've mentioned, Teri's grand-uncle died recently. A rose from Sebastian was buried with him; I find that oddly poignant. Sebastian was upset about losing the rose, but he didn't make a scene and Teri calmed him down by getting him a replacement rose.
Anyway, her grand-uncle had a bunch of furniture. Teri decided that his sleeper sofa should go on our back porch.
I should explain that the porch is glassed-in and fully enclosed. There's no heat, though, so in wintertime it gets very cold there. A few years ago a bottle of coke that we'd left out froze and exploded overnight, geysering up to the ceiling. We found a stalactite of frozen coke hanging from the ceiling the next morning. Fortunately it didn't make a permanent stain.
Over the weekend Teri took everything out of the porch and cleaned like crazy. Then she had me help her take out an odd piece of furniture. It was one of the pieces left behind by the previous owner; a sofa-sized metal swing, long enough for me to stretch out on comfortably, with thick cushions. It used to rock gently when I lay on it, making it a perfect place to stretch out and look up at the trees through the windows.
But it was old, and clunky, and Teri wanted it out. I have to admit: that made me sad. I tend to develop odd attachments to objects, and actually feel guilty when we throw them out. Teri, on the other hand, is a broom that sweeps briskly: if she doesn't want a thing, out it goes!
That's a bit painful for me, but all in all her approach is better than mine. If I had my way, we'd be drowning in a million objects.
Sebastian had slept on the swing with me with he was a baby, though, so I have to admit that I did feel a pang in my heart when Teri put the swing out on the front sidewalk.
Eventually a car pulled up, and a seedy-looking pair - an old man, and an enormously fat younger person of unknown gender - wrestled the swing up on top of their car and drove away with it. Sebastian got very excited and a bit upset, running from window to window to watch them, and sometimes making police siren noises. When the car pulled away, he started to cry. I was sad too, but I remembered that if we didn't get rid of old things, we wouldn't get new ones; and of course, the most precious thing in my life is himself still quite new.
So I cheered him up. And he quite likes the new sofa on the porch; he's already asked if we can unfold it and sleep there one night. We'd have to wear pajamas, of course, since it's in full view of our neighbors, but maybe we'll do it. It would be like a little campout for him.
Nervous
I have a regular appointment for a six-month cleaning at the dentist tomorrow night. And...I feel strange. Dental appointments always make me really nervous. And by that I mean, stomach-churning, stay-up-all-night-in-a-cold-sweat nervous, for a week or more before the appointment.
But this time I'm only a little nervous. And that feels really strange.
I've taken decent care of my teeth. I've been using a pre-brushing anti-plaque rinse, I've been flossing, I've been continuing to use a fluoride rinse afterwards. For many years I've had occasional twinges of pain in my teeth, and I've gone into every appointment expecting to need a root canal; each time, I've been fine, or only needed a filling.
Nitrous oxide makes the whole process a million times easier, of course.
Anyway, I've had FAR fewer twinges in the past couple of months; my teeth feel fine. That might be because of the the fluoride rinse, which is supposed to reduce sensitivity.
Part of my mind is whispering "No pain? Then it's root-canal time for sure!". I would like that part to shut up.
So I'm still a little nervous. It feels weird, because there's a part of me that somehow expects to be in terror. Who knows? Maybe, if this appointment goes smoothly, I'll end up losing almost all of my fear. That happened with injections and blood tests; I still don't like them, but I can handle them very well now. And yet I used to literally be unable to sleep for a week before a shot or blood test.
Ah, maturity.
I was sick throughout the weekend, of course. When I went to bed last night I more than half-way thought that I'd be staying home again today. But this morning I woke up half an hour before, and knew right away that I'd be going in. I feel much better; my lungs and throat are 95% clear.
New Lamps For Old
It was an odd weekend. Teri went on a cleaning spree, of sorts. Among her projects was completely cleaning out our back porch.
As I've mentioned, Teri's grand-uncle died recently. A rose from Sebastian was buried with him; I find that oddly poignant. Sebastian was upset about losing the rose, but he didn't make a scene and Teri calmed him down by getting him a replacement rose.
Anyway, her grand-uncle had a bunch of furniture. Teri decided that his sleeper sofa should go on our back porch.
I should explain that the porch is glassed-in and fully enclosed. There's no heat, though, so in wintertime it gets very cold there. A few years ago a bottle of coke that we'd left out froze and exploded overnight, geysering up to the ceiling. We found a stalactite of frozen coke hanging from the ceiling the next morning. Fortunately it didn't make a permanent stain.
Over the weekend Teri took everything out of the porch and cleaned like crazy. Then she had me help her take out an odd piece of furniture. It was one of the pieces left behind by the previous owner; a sofa-sized metal swing, long enough for me to stretch out on comfortably, with thick cushions. It used to rock gently when I lay on it, making it a perfect place to stretch out and look up at the trees through the windows.
But it was old, and clunky, and Teri wanted it out. I have to admit: that made me sad. I tend to develop odd attachments to objects, and actually feel guilty when we throw them out. Teri, on the other hand, is a broom that sweeps briskly: if she doesn't want a thing, out it goes!
That's a bit painful for me, but all in all her approach is better than mine. If I had my way, we'd be drowning in a million objects.
Sebastian had slept on the swing with me with he was a baby, though, so I have to admit that I did feel a pang in my heart when Teri put the swing out on the front sidewalk.
Eventually a car pulled up, and a seedy-looking pair - an old man, and an enormously fat younger person of unknown gender - wrestled the swing up on top of their car and drove away with it. Sebastian got very excited and a bit upset, running from window to window to watch them, and sometimes making police siren noises. When the car pulled away, he started to cry. I was sad too, but I remembered that if we didn't get rid of old things, we wouldn't get new ones; and of course, the most precious thing in my life is himself still quite new.
So I cheered him up. And he quite likes the new sofa on the porch; he's already asked if we can unfold it and sleep there one night. We'd have to wear pajamas, of course, since it's in full view of our neighbors, but maybe we'll do it. It would be like a little campout for him.
Nervous
I have a regular appointment for a six-month cleaning at the dentist tomorrow night. And...I feel strange. Dental appointments always make me really nervous. And by that I mean, stomach-churning, stay-up-all-night-in-a-cold-sweat nervous, for a week or more before the appointment.
But this time I'm only a little nervous. And that feels really strange.
I've taken decent care of my teeth. I've been using a pre-brushing anti-plaque rinse, I've been flossing, I've been continuing to use a fluoride rinse afterwards. For many years I've had occasional twinges of pain in my teeth, and I've gone into every appointment expecting to need a root canal; each time, I've been fine, or only needed a filling.
Nitrous oxide makes the whole process a million times easier, of course.
Anyway, I've had FAR fewer twinges in the past couple of months; my teeth feel fine. That might be because of the the fluoride rinse, which is supposed to reduce sensitivity.
Part of my mind is whispering "No pain? Then it's root-canal time for sure!". I would like that part to shut up.
So I'm still a little nervous. It feels weird, because there's a part of me that somehow expects to be in terror. Who knows? Maybe, if this appointment goes smoothly, I'll end up losing almost all of my fear. That happened with injections and blood tests; I still don't like them, but I can handle them very well now. And yet I used to literally be unable to sleep for a week before a shot or blood test.
Ah, maturity.