Change in Home-Bound Schedule

Dennis and I started some dental work after I had recovered somewhat after my stroke in late March.

I needed a new partial on the bottom as I lost one of my original teeth that the partial hooked onto.  That partial frame had been with me since I was 21, the year Carrie was born in 1965.  Dr. Wagner of Buffalo Lake was my dentist at the time.  Full top plate and a partial on the bottom all at the same time.  Yippee!  I am a poster person for encouraging women to take Vitimins when pregnant.

Dennis was in need of also having a new partial.  We decided to both go through the process together.  As it turned out, we both had extractions that were needed.  Not much with menu planning for a while.

Today we had our two month checkup in Mankato.  Both Dennis and I are on track.  This experience with a dentist is foreign to me.  Both Dennis and I were fitted with temporary appliances immediately after the extractions.  There was no running around with gapping holes in our mouths.  As I said, all is going well.  

Our schedule here at home for the day was . . . take whatever comes down the pike, and we have.  We made a short stop for some groceries . . . well, mostly taxable items to keep the homestead humming.  As sticky warm as it was, we opted out of eating out anywhere.  A restaurant full of sticky warm people did not interest us.  We are never caught not having food for a meal here on Stauffer Avenue.

What we did pick up was a package of three Mr. Clean spray bottles.  Here is the story:  Our vinyl flooring in the kitchen and bath has more years on it than it is suppose to last.  In high traffic areas the factory surface has taken a beating.  The Mr. Clean Erasers do a great job, better than a mop and cleanser in the water.  We have no plans of replacing the flooring when we know how to get the beautiful light gray appearance back.  Yesterday I tackled the stove top and Dennis tackled the floors: first with the erasers and then a general mopping.  His back felt it.  A lot of close personal TLC while bending.  I have seen the Mr. Clean Mop in the stores . . . no refills stocked.  I have seen the refills . . . no mop.  We are thinking that with the spray it will take some of the grunt work away, and by using our Swiffer mop and applying soft rags to the mop head, we may end up with the same great results of enjoying that great light gray flooring a bit longer.  Time will tell.  I am keeping a supply of the erasers just in case.

By the way, our fare for supper is Shore Lunch soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.