i paid another visit to dr. homy this week – spent almost 2 hours in the chair! my mouth is still a little tender.
now, i have to get used to smiling again with an opened-mouth and not covering it up with my hand.
i still have to wonder: what happened to that tooth cap, anyway?
i do not know if i will ever be able to eat vietnamese food again just from the association of what i was doing when it left my mouth.
i never realized those things have a life expectancy of 30-years.
i guess that means the new work is good until i’m in my 80s.
we wrestled some more today with the dragon; we only have a few doors and holidays left to paint and we’re done.
but, before we could thrust the blade into the beast, it reared it’s ugly head: the swivel joint on the spray gun exploded and shot paint all over the room and up my armpit.
but, ron’s story of buying the last of the paint changed my mood.
the woman the paint-genius was helping at home depot (have you ever noticed that there is no customer service department at home depot? there’s a reason for that! lowe’s is just as bad!) secure the lid of the magenta paint he was mixing and sent the pigmented liquid flying all over the paint department.
then the woman asked if she could buy just half a can.
that would have been worth having to come into the store!
i barbecued t-bones last night up at the dollhouse for susie, ron and myself, replete with sautéed mushrooms and maui onions. not as good as the 1 ½” steaks we bought a couple of weeks ago at costco (who knew the meat was so good there?), but they were still pretty tasty!
on our way back to the beach house, driving the new lincoln mkx crossdresser (almost-suv) that we are evaluating this week we noticed that the stars were shining through the moonroof, and took the long way home, via the 17-mile drive. by the time we reached the bottom of huckleberry hill, however, the fog was too thick to see much more than a few feet above the car. we could barely see the turnout to our morning meeting location as we drove by.
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ron and i just returned from cannery row, where we had drinks and oysters at some loud, trendy restaurant/martini bar. being the unfashionable-guy i am: i had jack daniels, neat.
hanging out at the bar while we waited for our table was kind of interesting: ron gave the bartender a 50% tip and the two little-hotties we were standing behind immediately became interested in us and offered us seats.
they were without working brain cells so i quickly lost interest. the cleavage was nice, however.
we didn’t stay long as the table we were sat at was next to the window, which meant that every cigarette-smoker within a mile was perched just on the other side of said window. despite it being closed, the smoke wafted in like it was the incoming tide. we quickly sucked down the oysters, had them box-up the quesadilla and split.
i wonder if john steinbeck ever envisioned cannery row to be what it has become?