yesterday's gym trip

The summary is that I did lots of good cardio and weight stuff, and would have gone on longer if I hadn't had a dentist's appointment.

And by the end of the day the blister on one toe was making walking difficult.

( the numbers, for future reference )

Thence to a quick lunch, the dentist, and a visit with my mother. More writing to follow, I hope.

yesterday's gym trip

The summary is that I did lots of good cardio and weight stuff, and would have gone on longer if I hadn't had a dentist's appointment.

And by the end of the day the blister on one toe was making walking difficult.

( the numbers, for future reference )

Thence to a quick lunch, the dentist, and a visit with my mother. More writing to follow, I hope.

dentistry

I got my teeth cleaned yesterday.

It turns out I hadn't been to the dentist since April of 2001. He wasn't happy. We discussed X-rays, and decided to skip them because I don't have insurance or a job right now. (I do have health insurance, but it doesn't cover dentistry--that would have been an extra $60/month, and I doubted I'd spend more than $720 on dental stuff in a year.)

He cleaned my teeth, with that annoying vibrating wire sort of thing [1]. Maybe because it had been 16 months, it hurt a bit more, and I wound up rinsing longer to get all the blood out of my mouth.

So, okay, clean teeth, and $100 later I was done. He wants me to get an electric toothbrush, and to see me again in 4 months. For X-rays and all.

The rest of the afternoon was fine, with Mom and my Aunt Lea, and then Mom and Andy and I went to dinner. I picked up a piece of pita bread and bit into it. And my teeth hurt. I ate dinner anyway, but a bit carefully. No more pita. Zucchini pancake, but someone else can have the calamari. Lamb chops, yes. Rice, yes. Grilled zucchini, yes. Grilled carrot, no. Creme caramel for dessert, not because it's my favorite but because it's soft.



[1] My standard answer to whether tattooing hurts is "yes, but it's not as bad as getting your teeth cleaned." Which is not to say that it's a picnic, just that it's bearable. When I told D. that, it confirmed her intention to never get a tattoo.

dentistry

I got my teeth cleaned yesterday.

It turns out I hadn't been to the dentist since April of 2001. He wasn't happy. We discussed X-rays, and decided to skip them because I don't have insurance or a job right now. (I do have health insurance, but it doesn't cover dentistry--that would have been an extra $60/month, and I doubted I'd spend more than $720 on dental stuff in a year.)

He cleaned my teeth, with that annoying vibrating wire sort of thing [1]. Maybe because it had been 16 months, it hurt a bit more, and I wound up rinsing longer to get all the blood out of my mouth.

So, okay, clean teeth, and $100 later I was done. He wants me to get an electric toothbrush, and to see me again in 4 months. For X-rays and all.

The rest of the afternoon was fine, with Mom and my Aunt Lea, and then Mom and Andy and I went to dinner. I picked up a piece of pita bread and bit into it. And my teeth hurt. I ate dinner anyway, but a bit carefully. No more pita. Zucchini pancake, but someone else can have the calamari. Lamb chops, yes. Rice, yes. Grilled zucchini, yes. Grilled carrot, no. Creme caramel for dessert, not because it's my favorite but because it's soft.



[1] My standard answer to whether tattooing hurts is "yes, but it's not as bad as getting your teeth cleaned." Which is not to say that it's a picnic, just that it's bearable. When I told D. that, it confirmed her intention to never get a tattoo.

"a fish of common wisdom"

That's a necklace I got from elisem at Wiscon. (Elise, I still owe you for this. If you can't remember how much either, I'll pick a number and throw in a bar of Maya Gold.)

There should be a story in there, but it hasn't come out yet. What's come out is the image of a fish reminding the other fish to drink when thirsty--and they stare at her, the way fish stare, because fish don't drink. I wish I could draw. Maybe collage, possibly with electronic stuff...

"a fish of common wisdom"

That's a necklace I got from elisem at Wiscon. (Elise, I still owe you for this. If you can't remember how much either, I'll pick a number and throw in a bar of Maya Gold.)

There should be a story in there, but it hasn't come out yet. What's come out is the image of a fish reminding the other fish to drink when thirsty--and they stare at her, the way fish stare, because fish don't drink. I wish I could draw. Maybe collage, possibly with electronic stuff...

Mom, Wednesday

We had a few hours, first just the two of us, then us plus Andy. I also, in there, got to talk to my aunt a bit (Mom is staying with her, as usual).

We talked about exercise--Mom had been to Aunt Lea's exercise class that morning, and was still slightly boggled at the idea of herself lifting weights. And I'd been to the gym, where I'm used to the idea of my lifting weights, and offered a couple of suggestions on how to keep doing it. (Mom said that her problem with exercise was "discipline": she'll decide to walk on a regular basis, or do tai chi outside of class, but--as I well know--deciding is easier than exercising.

And we talked about wills, and heirlooms, and such. Jewelry, which I mostly don't want--she has bracelets and necklaces, and I mostly wear earrings; she has more gold, and I don't wear that much. I may hand her the gold bracelet I inherited from my grandmother--her mother--on the understanding that it'll come back to me in 30 or 40 years. My brother can have the crystal, as far as I'm concerned--but I've asked for the tiny red ceramic vase that holds three lily of the valley stems if they're friendly. These conversations are easier if nobody is too passionate about "I want that!", and (I suspect) if you can do them when it's clearly long-term planning. There's a pair of diamond earrings that my grandmother somehow left out of the careful list in her will, and Mom and her two sisters are sort-of arguing over it: Ruth, my other aunt, doesn't want to talk about it, and nobody else wants to push her.

Mom, Wednesday

We had a few hours, first just the two of us, then us plus Andy. I also, in there, got to talk to my aunt a bit (Mom is staying with her, as usual).

We talked about exercise--Mom had been to Aunt Lea's exercise class that morning, and was still slightly boggled at the idea of herself lifting weights. And I'd been to the gym, where I'm used to the idea of my lifting weights, and offered a couple of suggestions on how to keep doing it. (Mom said that her problem with exercise was "discipline": she'll decide to walk on a regular basis, or do tai chi outside of class, but--as I well know--deciding is easier than exercising.

And we talked about wills, and heirlooms, and such. Jewelry, which I mostly don't want--she has bracelets and necklaces, and I mostly wear earrings; she has more gold, and I don't wear that much. I may hand her the gold bracelet I inherited from my grandmother--her mother--on the understanding that it'll come back to me in 30 or 40 years. My brother can have the crystal, as far as I'm concerned--but I've asked for the tiny red ceramic vase that holds three lily of the valley stems if they're friendly. These conversations are easier if nobody is too passionate about "I want that!", and (I suspect) if you can do them when it's clearly long-term planning. There's a pair of diamond earrings that my grandmother somehow left out of the careful list in her will, and Mom and her two sisters are sort-of arguing over it: Ruth, my other aunt, doesn't want to talk about it, and nobody else wants to push her.

color printer

Collage has been committed, in gorgeous color and slight surrealism. Does anyone have convenient access to a full-color printer that I can run this out on (in NY by preference, to avoid leaving it in the mechanized hands of the postal service), or shall I go to Kinko's? (I don't want to put anyone to a lot of trouble--one color print shouldn't be too expensive.)

color printer

Collage has been committed, in gorgeous color and slight surrealism. Does anyone have convenient access to a full-color printer that I can run this out on (in NY by preference, to avoid leaving it in the mechanized hands of the postal service), or shall I go to Kinko's? (I don't want to put anyone to a lot of trouble--one color print shouldn't be too expensive.)