So, that temporary crown that was put in yesterday?
It lasted through dinner tonight.
My mouth hurts.
That is all.
So, that temporary crown that was put in yesterday?
It lasted through dinner tonight.
My mouth hurts.
That is all.
This is quick because I’m really, really tired.
I spent a good portion of the afternoon at the dentist. Now, my dentist is awesome, as dentists go, but still, having drills and hooks and needles inside your mouth is never fun.
I have the worst teeth in the known universe. Although, my grandmother had false teeth at forty. So, maybe that should be almost the worst teeth.
Today’s visit was to have the impression taken for a crown on a tooth that was given a temporary filling three years ago. (Did I mention I hate going to the dentist, even though I like the dentist himself?) So, now there’s a temporary crown, instead of a gaping hole (because the temporary filling crumbled a couple weeks ago), and my mouth feels weird.
Like it’s too toothy.
Yeah, I know, first world problems.
It’s a bit after eleven, and I’m tired, so a list post is all I have time for. Seven things I did today:
Time to watch Bones and then head to bed.
Doing this on Sunday night is becoming a habit. Prompts courtesy of LunaNina.com.
I say… And you think…?
As much as I love the moody weather we’re having from a writer’s standpoint, I hate it because the pressure changes and funky light make my head hurt.
What I really wanted to do today was sleep myself out. Instead, we were up at dawn and out of the house early to take Minnie the foster dog to an adoption fair…she didn’t find her forever home today, but she’s so sweet, I know she will.
After dropping her we nt to Ol’ South Pancake House for breakfast arriving between the breakfast and lunch crowds. Great food. Great service. Will definitely go back.
Then, on to Midlothian for Starbucks, Ace Hardware, and hair appointments for both of us. Fuzzy’s hair takes ten minutes, so he went back to fetch Minnie while Natalie darkened my base hair color to a deep coppery/strawberry color, and added streaks of Sonic Green (which turns out sort of teal). The overall effect is that of the green oxidation on a copper penny. It looks kind of cool, and it’s much more subtle than I anticipated.
And on that note, I’m calling it a night and going to sleep with Doctor Who unmatched on the DVR, because sometimes sleep really is exactly what you need.
I took migraine medicine so am too loopy for anything terribly coherent…so I’m rambling tonight.
This morning, I woke to gray skies and dampness, but rain didn’t actually fall until late this afternoon. Even so, it was cool enough to spend the day with the air conditioner off and leave my bedroom window open.
I spent much of the day doing laundry, so when I go to sleep in a few minutes it will be in a bed with freshly-washed sheets that have a faint lavender scent, and our medium-weight comforter instead of the summer quilt.
I have this urge to cut my hair short – it’s a few inches past my shoulders and kind of honey/strawberry blonde right now, but tomorrow is Salon Day with Natalie and we’re adding teal (Sonic Green from Special Effects) streaks to it. I will probably ask her to just do a blunt bob just above my shoulders.
I missed seeing The Help in theaters, but just watched it, and it’s really quite lovely. Great cast. I bought the book over a year ago, and then sort of forgot it was on my Kindle, so I’m reading it in between reading books for review at Bibliotica, my book blog, this week.
I’ve also been watching Supernatural on Netflix, but I have to limit it to one or two episodes a day or I have nightmares. Somewhat ironically, films like A Nightmare on Elm Street and Hellraiser do not give me nightmares.
Have read that while the iPhone 5 is cool and fast, there’s really no need to rush into an upgrade since I have a perfectly good 4S. My contract isn’t over til mid-May, anyway.
My trusty red Dell laptop turned three years old three days after I turned forty-two, and is now out of warranty. I’m happy with Dell’s laptops, but I was watching Tech News Today on twit.tv earlier today (streaming on my Google tv) and the comments about Windows 8 have me actually thinking about going to a MacBook Pro at some point. Haven’t decided yet. My last Mac experience wasn’t great, and I don’t find Apple’s computers to be at all intuitive, but I love my iPad and my iPhone.
I cannot be trusted around good cheese. In fact, if I had to give up either chocolate or cheese, I would give up chocolate.
My migraine meds make me feel like I’m seeing the world through a soft-focus filter.
I don’t like the room to be quiet when I’m writing, but there are only certain types of non-quiet that don’t distract me. For example, when I’m writing for work, or just reviewing and approving websites for a directory I help maintain, I can play DVDs of familiar TV shows or movies – generally those that have snappy dialogue (Pretty much anything Aaron Sorkin ever wrote, Gilmore Girls, Sex and the City, and a good portion of Joss Whedon’s creations.)
When I’m writing something that requires actual thought, however, I prefer to have music playing, but there I run into trouble, because if the music has lyrics I want to get up and sing instead of staying in my chair and writing. At times, if I’m writing something that fits with it, I can listen to French pop-jazz – artists like Sanseverino. Often I listen to jazz and blues, but that can make me moody, and even without lyrics, there’s enough story in that type of music that I can’t just have it on as background music.
As the final days of summer spiral away, and my mailbox begins to fill with ticket offers for various Christmas concerts and performances of The Nutcracker, however, I find myself listening to the soundtracks – scores, really – of various ballets. I like the old classical ones because they’re full symphonies and generally pretty long, with enough variation that I don’t get bored but a unity of tone that gives just enough story to keep writing, but no so much that I want to go watch every single dance film on Netflix.
The practical upshot of all this? My Thursday 13 this week is a list of the ballets I particularly love:
When all was ready and the land duly claimed in the name of Queen Elizabeth I, Drake set sail on July 23. The next day he hove off to the southern Farallones, which he named, for reasons that are not documented, the Islands of Saint James. While Drake gives July 24, 1579, as the day spent at the Farallones, according to our present-day Gregorian calendar, the date is August 3.
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When Drake or one of his crew stepped ashore onto the islands, a full 41 years before the pilgrims landed at Plymouth Rock, he became the first European to set foot in what is now the city of San Francisco (the islands are within the city’s limits).
~Peter White, The Farallon Islands: Sentinels of the Golden Gate
The Farallones captured my attention years ago, when I still lived in California, and saw an ad for a day-trip to go take pictures of white sharks, or even cage dive near the islands (with a hookah – not with scuba gear).
Their hold on me grew several years ago, when I read Susan Casey’s book about them: The Devil’s Teeth: A True Story of Obsession and Survival Among America’s Great White Sharks. In it, she mentioned a much more scientific book, the one quoted above, which is really a comprehensive history of the islands.
It only made me more intrigued. In my mind’s ear I hear the roaring waves, and the cries of birds, and in the dimmest corner of my imagination, a ghost story about the little girl who used to live on the island starts to form, because anyone will tell you that if there’s anyplace on earth spookier than these islands and the water that surrounds them, it would be difficult to name them.
In all honesty, I’ve been avoiding the net today, partly because I’ve been focused on other things, and partly because I wanted to avoid all the 9/11 anniversary stuff, because eleven years later, it feels more maudlin than anything else. Am I sorry people died? Of course. But I’m sorry for every life lost in every conflict around the world, and frankly, we’re still pretty lucky as far as terrorism goes, unless you count our own legislature spending all their time passing laws that tell women what they can do with their bodies instead of creating jobs.
So, here’s my favorite Roy Zimmerman song, because his manages to blend jaded irony and idealistic hope into one really catchy tune.
I did not wake up at 6:00 this morning, but stayed in bed til 9:30 waiting for the pool guy to come and go, because if I stay in bed the dogs do, too.
Not that I ever wake up at six in the morning, unless there’s a compelling reason.
However, even though I really didn’t start my day til after eleven (there were distractions), I managed to write one press release, seven articles for various work blogs, three letters (which actually made it INTO THE MAIL) took a swim, cleaned the kitchen, made dinner, ate dinner with Fuzzy (while watching Warehouse 13, I do so love Brent Spiner as the big bad), and had a great conversation with a friend.
As days go, it was pretty good.
I’m sure the double espresso I had with breakfast made all the difference.