Monday, mom and I went out to the cemetery where my dad is buried. The cemetery people had put out little flags by the headstones of all the veterans, and all those who had vases attached to their headstones had fresh artificial flowers.
In this cemetery, all the headstones have to be flat and flush with the ground. If you buy a plot there, you have to agree to that condition. You can opt for a brass vase that mounts onto the headstone and is removable, but you are not allowed to have any kind of a marker that sticks up. This is so they don’t present any obstacles to the big riding mowers they use to keep the grass cut. The cemetery is owned by the funeral home which has facilities including a chapel and viewing rooms on site.
My mom brought her whisk broom, a pitcher of water (which fell over and spilled in the car) and paper towels, because last time dad’s marker “had stuff on it.” I suspect that the mowers they use suck up and bag all the clippings. Mom was also perturbed that the grass “still” hadn’t covered the grave, but his grave is shaded by cedars on one side, and a large tree on the other. Bermuda grass doesn’t grow that well in the shade, mom.
Later we went to IHOP and had our usual. I still have to eat carefully and be sure I only chew on the right side in order to protect the membrane over the bone graft where I had the tooth out. Anyhow, it was quite tasty. Owing to the amount of acetaminophen (325 mg) and ibuprofen (600 mg) I was taking four times a day up until Monday night, it was important to have food on my stomach when I took my next dose. I’ve been pretty much pain free (touch wood) though, which is a great blessing. Probably because the teeth on either side of the one that was extracted are also root canals of long standing. All my jaw teeth are. I’ve got more root canals than I have live teeth.
I had a dentist appointment this morning to check on my tooth extraction site and the bone graft. When I got in the car to go, my eyes fell on the odometer, which read “8888.” At first I thought there was something wrong with the display, but nope. Actual mileage. What are the odds? Anyway, it reads 8913 now, after going to my dental appointment and back, and to knitting group and back.
Tomorrow, mom is picking me up and we are treating ourselves to a pedicure. This is a really nice place we go to. Not only do they trim your nails properly and attend to your cuticles, but they remove callus and rough skin from your feet, do an exfoliation of your lower leg, and then massage this wonderful lotion in. It’s heavenly. They will also paint your toenails with the color of your choice, if you so desire, but we skip the polish. My mom keeps polish on her fingernails, but I haven’t used polish of any kind in forever.
I found this neat map the other day that gives you an idea about latitudes and what’s where. It’s a map of the US and Canada superimposed over a map of Europe showing what parts of each country are at the same latitude. You’ll notice that the bottom of the US is at the same latitude as North Africa, and that Britain and most of Europe are at the same latitude as Canada. In fact most of Britain is farther north than Newfoundland, Quebec and Ontario. And, but for the grace of the Gulf Stream, the norther two-thirds of Europe would have a much colder climate than it does because it actually is quite far north.