I have apparently caught the Mama Pea organizing bug, as I was a whirlwind of sorting, piling, cleaning and resorting, piling and more cleaning yesterday. However, very UNLIKE her, I have little focus and can work furiously and diligently only for a half day before I am inexorably drawn to fifteen other things that really don't need doing. This new year, I am fully embracing the weirdness of me and...whatever.
My youngest DS got this great shot of the granddogs on Christmas. You will note the total focus - it is, after all, food. Also notice the tiny bow on top of Pepper's noggin. I tell you, you could graft a beaver on his head and he wouldn't care - as long as there was food involved.
|"Princess" Pepper, Scrappy and Lovey|
Sunday, in my cleaning frenzy, I went to step down off my step stool and missed the last step. This was no great travesty, as it wasn't far to the floor. But I hit the floor hard enough to send a shock wave up my spine, into my jaw and it cracked an ancient filling. A perfect end to an imperfect year. I had been meaning to call to make an appointment with my old dentist - from about six years ago - so this morning I called, whined into the phone and they were very nice. They would squeeze me in tomorrow afternoon. She called back to say that someone had cancelled and I could come in even earlier. Groovy! Then she called again later this morning and informed me, in an incredibly icy tone, that they had discovered that I had sent a copy of my records to a new dentist back in 200-whatever, and it was their policy to never let me darken their doorstep again. Wha? Those are my words, but it is a very close translation to their policy. Hoot! I guess there is a dark side to a small, family practice. A sort of, "Well, Missy, you've made your bed now go lie in it!" So I am back to waiting for the entire dental staff of my present mega-practice to all come back from their two week vacation to squeeze me in in about a month - and try to jam a very expensive fix down my gullet, you should pardon the expression. I loathe dentists.
Are you making your list of New Year's Resolutions? I like to do it, if for nothing more than a mental exercise. I am unlikely to develop many (if any) good habits, as the only habits I seem to glom onto are baaaad... :)