Mom and I had a good Thanksgiving dinner with our friends J&SH. SH cooked and his wife JH chatted with us and the other couple (she was a knitter) who were their guests. I admit to being apprehensive about taking my mask off to eat. As I’ve said, I’m in so many risk groups for COVID19 that it’s not funny, and these were people who were not in our immediate family group. It’s always a risk.
The upside of eating Thanksgiving at somebody else’s house is that you don’t have to cook or clean up after. The downside is no leftovers! — which in this case is a real bummer. SH is a fabulous cook. His turkey was so moist and flavorful and he makes the kind of dressing that has sausage in, which is a more northerly tradition (MN) than the down-south cornbread dressing I’m used to. But, hey, I’m an equal opportunity eater, and it was ‘licious. (He put real cream in the mixer and whupped it to put on our punkin’ pie!)
I spent Wednesday (TG eve) in serious hygge mode, snuggled in bed catching up on episodes of a YouTube knitting channel that I follow, and knitting some wash cloths with cotton thread to use as a bread and butter gift for our host and hostess. (This was money well spent!) Whenever they invite us over for dinner, I always take S&JH a little handmade something because they are both such special people.
I juggled the budget this month and bought Bluetooth earbuds instead of ebooks (I’m currently rereading the Harry Potter books this month) and Wednesday was the first opportunity I had to try them out. No More Wars!* I got the kind with the little conical rubber things that go into your ear hole as those stay in my ear better than the durn Apple ones that came with the iPhone. They paired to my Kindle Fire on the first try. These have enough range that I could go into the kitchen for snacks and to make another pot of tea and still hear what I was listening to, and what’s more, they will go up to 8 hours on a single charge, which is great. I was one happy camper. Now that I think about it, my TV has Bluetooth. I’d have to unpair them from my tablet to get them to pair with the TV, but I could binge a lot of watching in 8 hours . . . . Hmmmm.
I am at the stage in my tooth implant odyssey where an impression is made of both upper and lower teeth, from which the crown for the implant will be made. (The stage after that is where they stick the crown down onto the peg that was implanted in my jaw, and I go on my merry way.) That appointment was scheduled three months ago, when I had my last appointment to check up on the status of the healing of the bone graft around the post, and was supposed to take place on November 5th. About a week before that, the dentist’s receptionist called and rescheduled it for the 17th because he was going to be “out of town.” Then the second week of November, it got rescheduled to the 24th. Then it got rescheduled to December 3rd.
So, Fridays are a busy day for my mom. She goes to the beauty saloon at like ye gods! o’clock in the morning to get her weekly wash, set and style, then goes grocery shopping for the week. I am not an early riser, which was why I was only about half awake when she called me at 8:30 yesterday morning to tell me that she was looking through the obituaries in the daily paper and saw one for my dentist! Apparently, he died this past Monday (23rd) of COVID19. So now, I don’t know what’s going to happen.
About two years ago, he relocated his practice to way out in the yuppyburbs (129th Street) in the southwest portion of town and was sharing office space with another dentist. At the time I wondered if he wasn’t gradually phasing out his practice (he was 76). I’ll be calling his office Monday — probably along with all his other patients — w0ndering just what’s going to happen now. I’ve been trying to wrap my head around it ever since mom told me about it. I’ve been going to him for probably ten or twelve years now and I really liked him. So sad.
*wars -- Texan for that electrical cord that connects the earbuds to each other and to the electronic device.
The Owl Underground 
Oh, gosh. It sounds like all those cancellations might have been due to illness. Every now and then I think about my eye doctor, and wonder what I’m going to do when he retires. The time is coming, there’s no question about that. The good news at this point is that despite his somewhat regular absences for travel, I only need to see him every six months, so it’s easy enough to work around his schedule. Here’s hoping your process isn’t interrupted too significantly, and that you find a dentist you like.
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I would be worried, too, eating with people other than my immediate household.
I hope you find a good resolution to your dental problems. It’s a total pain when you find a good dentist and they either go away or die (or both). I had a great dentist when I was a teen, and he and his wife took it into their heads to have a suicide pact, together. 😦 Total bummer (not just for me, but for any family they must’ve had). I’ve only really had one good dentist since then and he was back in London, England.
I’m too scared of catching the virus right now to go to either my dentist or my optician. The latter is something I really should do soon, but I just can’t face it.
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Been gone from Texas too long. Didn’t figure out “wars” until I got to the end of your post! Then I laughed!
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