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| Back in the chair. |
The March appointments are strategic. There is a tooth with
a crack along a filling that would most likely break eventually and we are
controlling the timing of the event. Today, we began the prep work for a crown.
I thought the appointment would take about an hour, but the dentist was running
behind and I enjoyed 2.5 hours in the chair. If it had been a massage chair, it
would have been swell. The piped in office music was blues, which I prefer to the country that is sometimes playing. In two weeks, I return for the formal coronation and final emptying of the wallet.
From the dental chair, when I wasn’t reclined with a bunch of
stuff in my mouth, I had a view of the traffic in and out of the dispensary in
the plaza across the way. It was a steady flow of vehicles in and out and it
seemed that no parking spot was empty for more than a minute. A patient in another
chair, who wasn’t very familiar with the concept of “indoor voice,” in the midst
of his incessant ramblings yelled, “wow, the pot shop is hopping!” He wasn’t
wrong. Just louder than needed.
The day of adventure also included a successful trip to a consignment
shop for something to wear to a fancy museum event on Saturday, the closure
of the matured and problematic IRA CD, a visit to my favorite gas station, and
a stop at Market Basket for things Aldi lacks including cheese ends, brick ramen, and frozen mixed
vegetables. What a day.

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