Good Grief
As appointments were becoming fewer and fewer . . . not!
I have a phone call into our dentist here in town. I have worn a bottom partial for decades. Hmm. The stress of the appliance hooking onto my real teeth is finally taking its tole. I am committed to having the last three teeth, one is already lose, pulled and having a full bottom plate made. Such is life.
This morning, I finished the last of the questions that Megan needed for her ten page life story of her Grammie. When I emailed it to her it was good news that it was received. Megan got to Minnesota on Tuesday from college. She spent Wednesday with us. As we were texting back and forth, I asked her when she was headed back to Virginia. Yesterday was Thursday and she was back in her dorm room last night. Wow! The time frame allowed us to know how important this assignment was for her. Get the info and get back to college.
What an amazing young woman that visited us. She knows her own mind but is not cocky about it. Not like her Grammie that is cautiously reckless.
It is a bit chilly today compared to what we have had. We need to stay real about this weather. There is bound to be less than good days coming our way.
I looked out the bathroom window and Dennis is napping with a kitty lying on his chest. Sweet. I am thinking of visiting my rocking chair and closing my eyes, checking the eyelids for cracks.
With that I take my leave. ♥