I’m Awarding A Huge Big Gold Star…

…to myself for having made it through the 4-hour dental appointment yesterday. I’m very glad to have it behind me.

Bad enough the appointment started at 8.30 a.m., I ended up going there without having any coffee, as coffee seems to be one of the triggers of my hot flashes and I didn’t want be in that dental chair breaking into a glistening sweat every 15 minutes. (Plus, it might have frightened the dentist).

Before he got started, I told him about that odd dream I had some time ago where he wanted to pull out all of my teeth so that they would fit better when put back in, and he really had a good chuckle about it. (Now, there’s probably a remark in my dental records referrring to my mental health.)

When he finally finished getting those four (adjacent) teeth ready by removing old fillings and the last of my gold crowns, that side of the mouth, at least to my tongue, hat an eerie resemblence to pictures I’ve seen of Aleppo.

Either way, I’ve made it through the worst of it and if the nerve he got a bit too close to with the drill settles down again, muting the point of a root canal, I’m a happy camper.

Just not sure why the appointment in March to get the final caps put in place is also a 3 1/2 hour shingding.

Not thinking about it.

Possible Projects

That Knitting Calendar I got for Christmas – well, I think there is another sweater in my future. It’s a take on the “boyfriend” sweater, and I think I want it. Go ahead and have a look over here on ravelry and let me know what you think.

I’m thinking of using a slightly darker blue and a very light gray for the edging though.

Still Here

No, I haven’t dropped off of the face of the earth (though at times, I wish I could have). I’ve spent a lot of time being glued to Twitter lately, watching the horror unfold in real time, whilst admiring the amount of #Resistance that is forming.

A shoutout over to Zippi for making me aware of the @RoguePOTUSStaff account, which as of this writing has over 700,000 followers. It’s an account whose tweets are sometimes disconcerting, sometimes funny.

I’ve also discovered some very high quality, informative podcasts by The Intercept (that’s an online investigative journalist magazine).

The podcasts can be found here. The podcast from January 20th, (“The Clock Strikes Thirteen”) contains a conversation between Jeremy Scahill and Seymour Hersh, some of which is chilling, to say the least. (It’s about the last 20 minutes of the postcast).

Go there.
And be vigilant and stay informed.

My Weird Subconscious

The last weeks have been quite the ride, in political terms. So, I’m not really surprised that apparently, my subconscious has decided to go completely rogue at night.

My father has a rather genial dental prosthesis (the chemo all but ruined his teeth) and his dentist called him in to check how it is fitting these days. He came back from the dentist without his “teeth”, and was told to come back at lunchtime after the lab had had a chance to do some refitting. It is now seated very well according to him.

Coming up very soon, I have a four-hour dental appointment because three adjacent teeth need capping. Yes, I’m dreading it. I hate dental work, because I’ve had too much of it in my life.

Anyhow, the night after my father’s dental adventures, I dreamt that in advance of my dental appointment, my dentist was planning to pull out all of my teeth in order to refit them, so that they would fit better when re-inserted with the new dental work. In my dream, I went to the dentist’s office to confront him about not wanting to do this and in the dream (as in real life) he was very accommodating and said that we can adjust the treatment plan for him to just pull the three teeth that are affected, before capping and re-inserting them.
I agreed only after he confirmed that I would be put completely under for the procedure.

I’m not even going to mention the very detailed, HD quality dream I had THE SAME NIGHT about the aliens that came to “soothe and take over” our minds – it was awful.

Yes, apparently, I’m now really deranged.

Back With the Needles

After an abstinence of almost six weeks, I’ve finally gotten the last of the alpaca yarn on the needles to make the third (same) sweater in dark blue this time.

One of my wonderful Christmas gifts was an actual knitting calender which is full of interesting projects and patterns, these are two of my favorites so far. One is for a blanket and the other for a scarf.

Diagonal Rib Blanket (Bernat, Listowel, Ontario, Canada)
Fiddlehead Fern Scarf by Deborah Tomasello

One Year After

I always knew that at the end of our shared journey, one of us would be mourning the loss of the other. I am relieved that it is me that is mourning, because I would never, ever have wanted you to have to feel the excrutiating pain that has become the essence of the me that I am without you by my side.

I love you. And miss you still, terribly, each waking moment.

There is a hole in my universe which can never be filled.
By anything, nor anyone.

When Life Gives You Lemons…

Maybe it was the hot weather the past summer, I don’t really know. This is a picture of my lemon tree (in its winter quarters).

I harvested well over 2 pounds of lemons yesterday, but will be turning them into lemon marmalade, instead of lemonade.

Homegrown, organic lemons.

Need a laugh?

Have a look here.

A dutch comedian concedes to “America First”, but in a beautifully made video, pleads for “Netherlands second.”

(Only the first 30 seconds or so are in dutch with english subtitles, the remainder is in english).

Oh Marten

There have always been martens on and around the property, and though I am fully aware that they like the taste of some rubber automotive parts, they’ve never touched one of my cars. So, when I checked the fluid levels this morning, I made a suprising finding.

On the underside of the hood, there is a mat attached, for thermoprotective purposes, I guess. There have been holes in it before, which I’ve always contributed to mice in the past.

This morning, the holes were a bit larger and there was a huge hose laying in there:


It’s about 35 cm long and I looked and looked, but have no idea where it is supposed to go. The engine ran fine for my small trip to the grocery store, the heating worked (thank goodness, we had 14F this morning).

Here’s the hose in its entirety.

I was able to do a internet search on the part number, but all that told me that its a “hose”. Duh. Looking through most of the 700 page repair manual for my car also revealed nothing. So, I’m off to my trusty mechanic on Monday.

Martens, sheesh.


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