Still Tryin' to Chew!

 Still Tryin’ to Chew!

 

Last week ago, Tuesday, the dental assistant drilled off a couple of places that were eating my biscuits and tearing up my gums. Today the receptionist told me that it would be March 5^th—two weeks from today, before they could see me again. Dear Hearts, if the old woman could wear them, this would not be a big deal, but for over $2K, they need to get their customers in to get things to fitting right! If this does not make a BIG difference in comfort level, they are going to have a problem with me. Have been wearing partial plates and dentures now since turning 16 after Granddad Kennedy’s horse threw her head up into my face, but have never had this kind of trouble adjusting to a denture. Granted, all those dentists are dead now except for Dr. Hyde who left public practice, but apparently, they knew what they were doing. This set is just not working right.

 

Baked up some of the cookie dough made yesterday. Put in butterscotch and semi-sweet chocolate chips, walnuts, and macadamia nuts. Turned out pretty good. Made the rest of the dough into balls and put them into a Ziplock bag to freeze for convenient baking any time. Also, cooked up a big pot of Brussel sprouts and froze those in Ziplocks as well. Convenience makes all the difference in how we react to meals and sweets. One pan of cookies can be enough to share with a neighbor and enough to keep an old woman happy for a day.

 

Patty gave me the neatest little opener for bottles or whatever. It is just the right size to open a water bottle when my fingers are too sore to get the job done. Noticed this morning that my right thumb just does not want to grip the edge of a pan with hot pads. That could become a problem if gripping were one of the things that had to be done repetively! MS Word did not like that last word. It would bother me if it were misspelled, but it isn’t. Maybe it is just not all that commonly used. Have found that happens rather often with this program. Words the old woman uses are highlighted as if they are totally wrong. Hmm.

 

Talked to Sterling earlier. We got to laughing about someone’s attitude, and he started singing: Everybody hates me, nobody likes me; I’m gonna go eat worms! Great big fat ones, little bitty skinny ones—Oh! How it tickles when they squirm! Well, anyway, we both knew the song the way Daddy had sung it, but looking it up told me that it originated in 1977. Not sure how that came about since Daddy used to sing it before that! Go figure! Things like that go around in history maybe.

 

Texted Zina Ambrosius Haas about little Zeke. Unless God intervenes and quickly, the baby will have brain damage as his brain kept swelling. They poked a hole in his skull to relieve the pressure, but it is critical that the kiddo get better quickly. All we can do is pray for the child and for his family. They are all exhausted. They know that God heals. They haven’t given up. We need to hold them up in prayer. Sometimes what we ask is not given to us, but it is never too much to ask.

 

Tomorrow is another day. We can rest this evening and know that when we sleep, we are given the kind of rest that the entire world needs right now. Blessings of love and peace.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.