About a year ago I cancelled an appointment with my delightful* dentist, Neal Hoyson, because I was so busy at work and his office is 30 minutes away with no traffic.
Then covid happened and they closed down for more than two months and I wasn’t ready to even leave the house, much less open my mouth to even my beloved dentist. Then I retired and Dean didn’t pick up the dental insurance so I had to wait until January for an appointment. (all the while covid is worse than this summer).
He and his dental hygienist were decked out in full-on hazmat gear which could have been weird, but it wasn’t weird. Now my teeth are clean.
*Back when we first moved to Bethesda, I’d not gone to the dentist in at least four years. I’d always been a little lax about going to the dentist once I was no longer living with my parents. I did find a dentist when we lived in Alexandria, but had a car accident on the way to see him and never rescheduled. Once in Bethesda, I remember getting an advertisement in the mail about a gentle dentist and decided to try him out (kids in tow because I had no babysitter). I fell in love with him and his practice — he was from Pittsburgh (yay!) and very kind and gentle. I liked Dr. Hoyson and his practice so much that I baked them muffins and dropped them off when I went for a follow-up appointment for a night guard.
I spent the entire day in the kitchen. While that might not sound delightful, it was delightful to me. I’d been meaning to clean out the fridge, so I did that. In addition, I organized a cabinet to better hold my fermenting equipment. I also made pita bread and that cottage pie I raved about a few weeks ago.
I also played with Mingus, who is staying with us while Andrew and Alex are in Atlanta. He has a toy that he adores. Our house has a center staircase, so you can go in a circle around the center part of the house: living room, hall, kitchen, dining room, entryway, back to the living room and sometimes I walk around the house pulling his toy behind me so he follows. I usually double back and surprise him as he stalks his toy.
Today I did that again, only he’s the one who is doubling back now — this time I did it in the kitchen around the island. The video below is not exactly what he’d been doing, but close enough. Made me laugh.
I took another walk today — not quite as delightful as the sunny walk on Sunday, but I got out of the house. The delightful part of it might not sound delightful to you, but hear me out…
On today’s walk I wore some shoes I’d bought for walking a few years ago but rarely wore. They hurt my feet about a block into my walk which told me that these shoes were not for me. Either something had happened to my feet from when I bought them, or the shoes became stiff with disuse. The delightful part of the story? I can now put these barely used shoes in the giveaway box.
Another delight of the day was preparing a jar of sourdough starter for the daughter of a friend. My friend messaged me on facebook, asking if I had any extra starter. Her daughter had been given a sourdough cookbook for Christmas and was looking for an established starter. This gave me an incentive to feed my somewhat neglected starter so the daughter would have 4 ounces of ripe sourdough starter right off the bat. I also wrote her a note explaining its origins and some tips on what I’d learned along the way.
The first day of the year is always full of promise. This year more than ever. Hopefully we’ll be able to travel again (at least domestically) after we receive our covid-19 vaccinations. The US will have sane, if not perfect, leadership that, if we are lucky, will be able to at least begin to fix the many setbacks that happened during the trumpet administration.
On a personal level, I am more than ever determined to get out of my inactive, bordering on suicidal reclusiveness. My kids are worried about me. I guess I should be too.
Other delights of the day were reading blog posts by Lali, Mali and Helen. Talking to Clare for over an hour while we did our own things. Finally seeing the film, Moonlight. Beginning Braiding Sweetgrass. I think I am going to love that book.