sentimental dental trip (good Carma)
Yesterday I returned to Dentist the Mentalist, to have a crown put on the molar he did the root canal on. I don't remember when he did the rootboy thing; that's what blogs are for -- if I want to know, I can just go back & look.
So we set the alarm for 6:00 for Trish's Synthroid. then an hour later, for the rest of her stuff. I fixed breakfast of pancakes, then sent her back to bed, to nap before work -- she has an ear infection & what may turn out to be the beginning of a cold; she needs her rest.
Car-girl drove up around 8:00, though it took a few minutes from when she called for her to arrive, cold minutes, spent out on the porch. Then we were Reuben Down the Highway at incredible super-speed; fear & loathing in the Car-mobile. She brought her convertible, with the top up, since her other car wasn't suitable for highway travel.
Then the roads turned bad sometime before we hit Harlem. Car-girl almost turned back. We stopped at Harlem to use the bathroom & buy a soda. After the bridge at Dodson, the roads all cleared up, & we were really Reuben Down the Highway, & like a rocket-man, got there on time.
The procedure itself only took about an hour. It involved a lot of drilling/grinding, followed by gluing. We got back on the road around 11:00, & I got the super burrito combo in Harlem, which was like, 5 buckadingdongs for a burrito, some tots, & a 20 oz. drink.
When we were back in Invisible City Car-girl let me off at the corner, & pointed out that I'd spilled some food on my like-new parka. I'd chosen the burrito as I thought it'd make the least mess in her car; she liked the idea & thanked me.
I wrote a lengthy letter to Dion when I got home, mostly to explain why I was sending him an earlier draft of "Relayer" (I screwed up with the printer) & why Janeway turned into a lesbian. & a pot head, too, for that matter. I'm really starting to like this OpenOffice program, after finally figuring out how to insert page numbers. What I like is that it tries to finish words for you, & once you've used a word a few times, it'll guess at that. Like, the first 2 times I used my wife's name, I had to spell it out; then I wrote T-r-i & it finished, -s-h.
Trish got a ride home from one of the drivers, who didn't charge her. She didn't call first, as she thought I'd still be in Malta, so suddenly the door opened, while I was listening to my CD changer.
She napped a little while, then took a shower & did some dishes. Charlene Upstairs wants her to do small chores every day, rather than wait until the weekend. Promise -- no TV until chores were done, so I went online & looked for women named "Joey Wong" in China. I turned up someone doing post-doctoral research (she claims) at the University of Florida, who's looking for a green card. I think she's looking for a marriage of convenience so she can stay in the country. There was all this cryptic BS about how she could find Chinese people to "trade" with me, & how the 2 of us could "cooperate", but I never could get her to define her terms. Since she's only on at nights (she claims), I may never hear from her again, but am not sure I really want to, without knowing what she actually wants.
We went to bed around 9:00, as usual. I woke up this morning around 6:30. I feel rested. Today, I think I'll work on "Relayer", but I'm not resubbing it to Critters until after I'm on the higher dose of Scientology-fucking Abilify & the immensely Scientology-fucking haldol, even though I'm only getting 1/4 shot. The reason is that I think my writing is starting to look schizophrenic again.
So we set the alarm for 6:00 for Trish's Synthroid. then an hour later, for the rest of her stuff. I fixed breakfast of pancakes, then sent her back to bed, to nap before work -- she has an ear infection & what may turn out to be the beginning of a cold; she needs her rest.
Car-girl drove up around 8:00, though it took a few minutes from when she called for her to arrive, cold minutes, spent out on the porch. Then we were Reuben Down the Highway at incredible super-speed; fear & loathing in the Car-mobile. She brought her convertible, with the top up, since her other car wasn't suitable for highway travel.
Then the roads turned bad sometime before we hit Harlem. Car-girl almost turned back. We stopped at Harlem to use the bathroom & buy a soda. After the bridge at Dodson, the roads all cleared up, & we were really Reuben Down the Highway, & like a rocket-man, got there on time.
The procedure itself only took about an hour. It involved a lot of drilling/grinding, followed by gluing. We got back on the road around 11:00, & I got the super burrito combo in Harlem, which was like, 5 buckadingdongs for a burrito, some tots, & a 20 oz. drink.
When we were back in Invisible City Car-girl let me off at the corner, & pointed out that I'd spilled some food on my like-new parka. I'd chosen the burrito as I thought it'd make the least mess in her car; she liked the idea & thanked me.
I wrote a lengthy letter to Dion when I got home, mostly to explain why I was sending him an earlier draft of "Relayer" (I screwed up with the printer) & why Janeway turned into a lesbian. & a pot head, too, for that matter. I'm really starting to like this OpenOffice program, after finally figuring out how to insert page numbers. What I like is that it tries to finish words for you, & once you've used a word a few times, it'll guess at that. Like, the first 2 times I used my wife's name, I had to spell it out; then I wrote T-r-i & it finished, -s-h.
Trish got a ride home from one of the drivers, who didn't charge her. She didn't call first, as she thought I'd still be in Malta, so suddenly the door opened, while I was listening to my CD changer.
She napped a little while, then took a shower & did some dishes. Charlene Upstairs wants her to do small chores every day, rather than wait until the weekend. Promise -- no TV until chores were done, so I went online & looked for women named "Joey Wong" in China. I turned up someone doing post-doctoral research (she claims) at the University of Florida, who's looking for a green card. I think she's looking for a marriage of convenience so she can stay in the country. There was all this cryptic BS about how she could find Chinese people to "trade" with me, & how the 2 of us could "cooperate", but I never could get her to define her terms. Since she's only on at nights (she claims), I may never hear from her again, but am not sure I really want to, without knowing what she actually wants.
We went to bed around 9:00, as usual. I woke up this morning around 6:30. I feel rested. Today, I think I'll work on "Relayer", but I'm not resubbing it to Critters until after I'm on the higher dose of Scientology-fucking Abilify & the immensely Scientology-fucking haldol, even though I'm only getting 1/4 shot. The reason is that I think my writing is starting to look schizophrenic again.
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