Thursday, January 15, 2009

dental filling

I had a go round philosophically barbing words back and forth with the internationally well rounded blues man Son of Dave the other day.

I managed not to bite the hooks, while he intimated that I would be a mere workman and he be thugh man... the artist. The older I get the more I think the big ship of things is all about being happy. I'm not suggesting for a moment that I've got that one in the bag, but I have pondered a thing or two along these lines before. He did not appear to be very happy. Humility is the real deal.

Today, very happy, I saw my new dentist for my first bit of work done under his flag. Two fillings were installed. One of them on the upper left and the other on the upper right. Four injections in all and bullet proof anesthetic I must say it was. What an artiste! I loved the work atmosphere in that office. When he was done with my first filling the assistant exclaimed, "nice one!" I grunted and Lorne, we're all about the first names you know, suggested I could see when they got me an image of it to post on my fridge for all to enjoy.

I don't remember having fun at the dentist before. Is that legal? It made me happy and a little sore. I think my dentist is an artist in more than a couple of ways. All the worlds a stage.

We got into some stories about traveling and bass guitars and walked on the sunny side of the street. It was brilliant.

I paid $132.00 for nail polish last week. For twenty two months I've been toying with a toe nail that smells like pumpkin and looks like it belongs in the garden with the pumpkins. Some of you may remember the 30km polar bear run across the frozen Lake Winnipeg. The fall out from that adventure was a toenail that I might have lost, but didn't and now it's kind of funky if you know what I mean.

My doctor is a bit of a flake. The insecure should not be allowed to be in positions of leadership. Really. Again, it's not that I bit the hooks, but whoa, incompetence is a nasty foe when you're really after a team player. I dread the day I need help to stay alive.

I did have some evidence show up this week that I am in fact wholly mortal as suspected. I've got some "severe" degeneration of a couple of discs in my neck. Specifically between C4-5 and C6-7. Judith, my physio goddess, had me change some things about my head carriage and wango tango I've got some relief.

PU's in the city for a couple of days so Snoot and I had a great time cranking out the music tonight. Thank heavens for teens. It is going to be very lonely here without them once Snoot moves on. Just one left in the nest. Gawwww!

Speaking of teens. I got some fuel, a tank and propeler for the little .9cc engine I fixed up the other day. If I get some work done tomorrow maybe I'll take some time to play and see if I can get the thing to run. Too bad I don't have a camera that will shoot video with sound anymore. Bumms...

I also bought a guitar today. It's in Seattle with my middle brother. He's the master consumer, but he had to play catch up on the guitar thing. It only took him a few hours to pace me though. Another artist. It's all in how you look at art or intelligence for that matter. There are all kinds of types. I got a screamer new fashioned Ibanez RG220b that's used and a bit beat up, but a solid addition to the fold. Biff said he made it scream like a pig tonight. Apparently my nephew thinks it's cool, but my sister in law isn't nearly so keen on it.

Tattoos next?

Dental extravaganza! Who has time to play anymore? I do! My dentist does too. Not dead yet...

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