Filled With Dread

Today was a very nice day. The sun was out. The temperatures were mild. I had an errand to run in the morning, but the rest of the day was mine. In fact, I used the errand time to go get enough supplies to make sure that I don't have to go out at all tomorrow if I don't want to.

I ignored the not-sweater and knit upon sock #2. I handily turned the heel, shocked that I could even remember how, and picked up the stitches along the flap without incident. Gussets proceeded nicely.

I even spun for a while. At least until the creaking of the treadles drove me utterly mad. I've adjusted everything I can think of, greased, waxed and tweaked all to no avail. This is going to require more intensive inquiry, the kind that involves removing bits and pieces. We don't want to do that while we are in mid-spin. We'll wait and live with the creaking. I figured that I was so happy and relaxed after this fine day that I could do this with no problem.

I ventured into the kitchen and whipped up a batch of tortillas for sandwich wraps because I was such a Happy Harriet and had to believe that doing such a thing could only make the day better. And it really does in case you were wondering.

Unless you are the type who is overly invested in making round tortillas. I'm not. "Rustic" is fine by me 'cuz I'm so relaxed and all.

Yup. It was a real corker of a day. Just about perfect. But then, sometime around 2:00, the hammer fell. I had a realization. Not the good kind. I may have laid in supplies for another awesome summer vacation day tomorrow, but that doesn't mean I get to have it. I'd forgotten about something...

I have a dentist appointment tomorrow morning. Really early. And it's not just a regular appointment. It's a filling. The joy drained out of the day.

I happen to have the world's meanest dentist. I could tell all the tales of horror again for everyone, but most of you already know about him. I'm often asked why I don't just go find a nice dentist and this is a very good question. I find that a mean dentist is the kind that inspires you to floss regularly. Ever since the dental nightmare I went through a few years ago, (the one that was so bad my own doctor asked me to stop talking about it because it was giving her the heebie-jeebies,) I've been diligent with the dental care. I wasn't going to let that happen again.

But I guess I missed a spot. And now I have a cavity. So, tomorrow morning I will be sitting in the chair of doom and listening to the world's meanest dentist tell me all about his thoughts on how to make the world a better place. Suffice it to say, he is not the type to make the world better by handing out chocolates and petting bunny rabbits. Don't even ask about the time he was drilling away on my tooth and telling his assistant how ridiculous the idea of a woman president was. I'm pretty sure that was the same appointment where he hit my head with a drawer while I was tipped back in the chair...

Oh well. At least it's early in the day. The whole thing will be over with before most people are even getting their second cup of coffee and then all I have to do is wait for the numbness to wear off so I can enjoy my Friday Frozen Pizza. And I suppose it is a good thing to get it over with early in the summer vacation so it's not hanging over my head the whole time.

That'll give me the rest of the summer to work on that flossing.

SA