Saturday, August 27, 2016

Dentist and Fear Go Hand in Hand!

Yesterday was my big day with the dentist. Let me just say here that I absolutely loathe going to the dentist. When I was 14 (this was a while back, don't you know) I had a cavity in a molar that abscessed. Nowadays, I would have been prescribed an antibiotic and some pain meds and no work would have been attempted until the infection was gone .....

My mother loaded me into the car and took me to another city, where, according to her was a really good dentist. How she knew this is a mystery, but I was young and innocent and knew better than to question her wisdom. I had been awake all night with the pain.

Leaving me there in the hands of this laughing man, she went shopping! I have learned to question professional people who seem too happy. He was round and jolly, with glasses perched upon his nose. He took a look at my tooth and clasped his hands together, giggling in anticipation, as he told me my troubles would soon be gone.

No sooner had my bottom made contact with the seat when he released the mechanism to put the back down with a little bounce, then I was told to open wide and he jammed a bite block in place. I was terrified and wanted a chance to talk my way out of this situation. Before I could escape a belt was placed across my chest and latched close. Supposedly to help me hold still.

The man was talking and laughing the entire time. Asking me questions and answering them for me, he pulled my head to his sizable belly and held it there while he tried to administer the local anesthesia. I could see everything in the reflection of his glasses. The novocaine had little effect on the infected tissue surrounding the sick tooth. This did not stop him from deciding to take the tooth out!

I wet my pants. Wetting one's pants in public is just as traumatic for a 14 year old girl as having her tooth pulled with very little anesthesia. My mother made light of my experience and was enchanted with how "jolly" the sadistic dentist was.

"Jolly" is not what I look for in a dentist. I lean more towards empathy and the liberal use of pain meds. This is a new dentist I am seeing and he was wonderful. I was in that chair for over two hours! He kept assuring me that I was a really good patient and I can honestly say that other than the injection in the roof of my mouth, I didn't feel the other injections!

He extracted a wisdom tooth and a molar so carefully, I hardly felt the pressure. I took a Vicodin before leaving home and only local anesthesia was used. My jaw is sore and my face is a little swollen, but I have finally found the dentist of my dreams!!

This does not mean that HeWho is off the hook here. I still need special care and lots of it! I spent last night in my recliner with Wall-E tucked in next to me.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Big Girls Don't Cry

There I was, going about my day. I had already fueled up the old brain with caffeine and my mind was prioritizing all the things that needed to be done. I swept the front porch and as I was entering the store to put away the broom, I peeked in the drop box and saw a couple of registration envelopes.

I stowed the broom and opened the inner door of the drop box and stuck my hand in the retrieve the envelopes. As I pulled my hand out, I felt something sting my middle finger. I flung the envelopes to the floor and saw that it was a wasp. I grabbed the Afterbite and applied it to the sting, making sure the stinger was no longer there. Not a good way to start the day.

I didn't let a little sting get in my way, though. I went on about my business. I have a house to ready for company! The good thing about having company is that it forces one to clean house!! As you all know, I would rather be in my gardens. I can clean house come winter!

I did the minimal chores inside, the ones that cannot be denied. Laundry was hanging on the line with a gentle breeze blowing and I let myself be pulled to my vegetable beds. Someone gave a roll of underlayment for asphalt roads to HeWho willingly accepts such. I found it to be a wonderful product to use between the raised beds. I have gravel there, but weeds and grass will grow despite the lack of soil.

There is a large area between two of the beds. Big enough to drive a small car through. I put this underlayment on that area in Spring and it has remained weed and grass free. It is not slippery to walk on when wet and I can toss the weeds I pull from the beds on it and they will dry and not take root. I had a scissor at the ready and I was happily covering the space between the last raised bed and the feeding troughs that were gifted to me and I also use as really raised beds. There was a ladder leaning there against the troughs and I moved it to complete my tasks ......

I disturbed another bed of nasty wasps. The first sting was on my fifth finger on the same hand that was violated earlier in the day, then another one got me on my ear! I ran to the Afterbite, but it provided little relief. I tried baking soda and every remedy I could think of. The burning did not let up and my hand started to swell. My finger looked like a sausage and I was miserable.

Not miserable enough to stay inside. I grabbed the wasp spray I keep on my desk and marched back out to murder the little beasts. They had a big nest on the inner leg of the ladder. Had. They are gone now. I finished my task and mowed my back yard. I am a big girl and big girls don't cry!!

I had a miserable night with the stings. They itched like crazy and more than once I woke up to scratch. I fed myself Benadryl all night and slathered the Benadryl gel on my ear and hand. The label warns one not to do this, but I was absolutely miserable and wanted to sleep!

The first sting has not bothered me at all, but the last stings have had me itching for three days now. When I woke after overdosing on Benadryl, my hand was huge. I could not make a fist and the itch was insane. My ear was bright red and was sticking out from my head like Dumbo, the elephant. Puffy, it was. That last nest of wasps must have been a nasty strain of killer wasps.

After three days of ice and more Benadryl, I am almost normal ... what ever that is.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Piece Of Cake

No. I did not disappear from the earth ...... I have been a busy little bee.

My son and his three girls are coming this Thursday. I have been patting myself on the back, having solved the sleeping situation by putting them in the motor home. Easy to clean, what with it being pretty much empty, just some clean bedding and towels. We do have two bedrooms. The extra room has a king bed and we could easily accommodate everyone in here, but we only have one bathroom.

Last week, the girls and I had a face time session. After they got over the fact that Gramma didn't even have make-up on ( I suppose I must have looked bad?), they exposed the real reason for the call. They thought it would be fun to surprise me and bring along two friends. Not only would that stretch my bedding situation, but ...... have you ever been around that many girls?

I guess the Duggars have. My experience with girls is that you can have two, even four, but an odd number will always leave one on the outs and there will be drama and tears. Besides that, I want to spend time with my grands, not their friends. Selfish? Maybe, but I don't get to see them much.

After a chat with my son, the idea of bringing friends was vetoed. And this is when he told me that his mother-in-law was coming to help with the driving. Jeff tends to get sleepy when he is driving (that's a scary thought!), so Gramma Barb volunteered. I love my co-Gramma and am looking forward to seeing her. I am as excited to have her here as I am to have the girls here.

But, this changes the sleeping situation. The RV has a nice queen bed and the sofa folds out into a bed, as well as the dining booth. I was thinking I would just clean up my extra bedroom and put Gramma Barb in there.

I carefully opened the door to the room that has not been occupied for quite some time. It has become the dumping ground for suitcases and all manner of the things I "will get to later". I could not see the surface of the bed. Not much floor, either.

I am having some dental surgery Thursday morning, so that day will be lost. I would have preferred not hearing the details of the quest to remove the wisdom tooth that is making my ear hurt. He decided there was no reason not to take care of the molar residing under the wisdom tooth at the same time. He blocked out an hour to devote to my torture. After he explained that he planned to break each tooth in half before doing a little cutting to get them out, I stopped listening. I HATE to go to the dentist. I grabbed the prescription for the Vicodin and promised to take one before I arrived Thursday morning.

So, time is limited. I have finished the RV and decided that Gramma Barb and two of the girls could occupy the RV. Jeff and one girl (they can rotate) will stay in the house with us. This way, I don't have to be as particular about the cleaning of the spare room. I can now see about 3/4 of the top of the bed!! Tomorrow I will be exposing the rest of the bed and putting nice clean sheets on it. Then I will carefully stack all the stuff I plan to get to "later" and vacuum and dust. Already cleaned the bathroom. Just need to build a lasagna and mop the entire house. Piece of cake!

I will be making a nice apple cake or two, as well. Staying busy will take my mind off the dentist and I owe some cake to some of my favorite campers. The apples are ripe and ready to pick and I will soon have three helpers!

Saturday, August 20, 2016

The Day Is Not Going Well

I am profoundly irritated. I am on my prohibited second cup of coffee. My crazy beating heart will just have to suck it up today.

A storm blew through in the night. We lost power right around midnight .... just long enough to make it necessary to reset all the clocks. I was up at 1:30 with my old guy, Oscar. He was in want of water. I looked outside to see the ground was wet. Went back to bed and slept peacefully until the power went out again around 5:30 am.

HeWho cannot sleep (or so he says) without a fan. Not for cool breezes, mind you, but for the white noise. I tried a white noise machine for him, but for him there is nothing quite so relaxing as the cheapest loudest box fan he can find. I call it the great vortex. I confess that I, too am lulled by the sound after 42 years.

I awoke immediately when we lost power and could see the first hints of dawn as I peeked out the window. I managed to drift in a fitful sleep until I felt the bed move and heard the voice of HeWho thinks the world runs on his schedule. "Did the power go out?" I wanted to say, 'no, I got up and ran quickly through the building and turned off all the appliances to trick you', but wanting to catch a few more winks, I simply said yes.

It was not even 7 o'clock. He threw his clothes on and left. The canine contingent and I fell back into a restless sleep. I pictured HeWho fancies himself to be a master electrician climbing the poles to restore power. This made me giggle, because I knew he was on his way to McDonald's for his biscuit fix and some on tap Diet Coke.

The dogs heard him as he was coming back and I gave up and got up. Alas, the power outage extended to his biscuit making joint and he was bereft. I had no coffee, but you didn't see me acting like it was the end of the world!

This is not why I am irritated, though. At barely 7 am the parade of campers eager to let us know that the power was off started. They could not call us, because the land line depends on electricity to function. I count this as a good thing. A late arrival came up and informed HeWho was dressed, I was still in my night gown, that they had arrived around midnight and our sites had no power, so they were not going to pay for their stay. As they were relaying this, the power was revived. It was only off for about 2 hours.

That was enough of an irritation, but what really has me foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog ..... is that HeWho failed to collect the money because he was in such a hurry to rush back to McDonald's for his biscuit and magic elixir (according to Hillbilly Mom). He was rushing back to his car as he told me which site they were occupying. I suppose he thinks I can run back and forth to see when they leave and then put my formidable face on and stand between them and the exit.

Thus far, the day is not going well.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

The Saga Of The Dunking Tank ....

Okay, I did not mow Bugs Bunny down!! I just eliminated his home. He hopped to another of my many gardens, far away from my vegetable garden. He is definitely in no danger of starving, in fact, just today he was lurking near the front of the building and we had a stare down before he hopped off.

I am an animal lover and probably made his life easier, since Martha, the boy cat does love to hunt. I doubt Martha would try to tackle Bugs, though, since he is as big as Martha, thanks to my green beans!

The pool is a not lovely shade of green again. It was pristine on Saturday. Saturday was a really nice day, not too hot and not too cold. A birthday swimming party was being held here and unbeknownst to me, the person in charge, the person who can foresee disaster and nip it in the bud, HeWho had given the okay for a dunking tank to be brought to our park.

My first objection was that the ground was already saturated, making it hard to mow with the heavy mower. I had just mowed the area closest to the pool with a push mower and was loathe to be forced to mow even more because of the water that would be set free on the grounds.

But, once the permission is given it is hard to take away. I spoke briefly with the mother of the birthday child and told her to wait until after the party to pay for the people who showed up. She looked appalled when I told her there was a fee for the use of the site, plus the fee for the pool. In lieu of that, it would be $5 person. I got the feeling that this was not what she had in mind, that perhaps the person who told her it would be okay to bring along a dunk tank had quoted a much lower price. I gave her a break on the swimming price. This was before I knew about the dunk tank.

The people began arriving and they all chose to check in with me, as directed by the giver of the party. I was busy on the phone all day confirming reservations for Labor Day and the in and out of parents with squealing youngsters just made my tasks difficult. Then, the grandmother (I assume that is who she was, since she was with the grandfather) came in to ask where they were supposed to set up the dunk tank. Say what? This was the first I knew about it.

I had interrogated HeWho should never make arrangements for anything, what he had discussed with the birthday party. He denied ever having talked to the woman, saying he did not know anything about the birthday party. Now that the people are here, he admits that he did give the okay for the dunk tank. Then he makes himself scarce, finding any excuse not to be in my line of vision.

Next time the grandmother comes in is to ask me when I will be filling the dunk tank and to tell me that they would like a couple of trashcans, lined, of course at their disposal ....... I squelched the urge to ask if I would also have to cut the cake and told her that I would be sending the manservant right over.

I looked out to see this large dunk tank set up in the freshly mown field of dreams grass. My second objection was already being fulfilled as I was I watched a stream of children being dunked, then racing through the cut grass to the pool and jumping in. I texted the permission giver and informed him of the grass entering the pool on the feet of many children.

He texted back asking me what I wanted him to do. I can't tell you my answer ...... just use your imagination. The running and jumping in the pool went on all afternoon and now we have spent a lot of time and money to get the pool back to blue. We made a whopping $46 and have spent 3 times that much on chemicals. Not to mention that someone either jumped or fell into my plants around the fence perimeter and crushed them.

He Who should be out there vacuuming the pool has left the property. He mouthed something to me while I was mowing the dog park, but I have no idea what it was. I just came in for a short break and a Power Ade to replenish the sweat that has me soaked. I let the grass get out of hand in the dog park and had to mow it with the blade up, rake it and now I need to finish mowing it with blade down. He Who vacuums pools is not on my happy list!

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

That Waskly Wabbit!

You may recall me complaining about the rabbit visiting my garden and eating all my green beans. He has plagued me all season and just last week I discovered his home.

He had taken up residence under my peach tree in some tall grasses and baby peach trees. I like to let the small trees grow until they are big enough to transplant. There must have been two dozen under the tree and some grass and weeds that had taken over. The rabbit had created a "hole" in the thicket. Almost woven. He would come out from time to time and stand there watching me weed. He was quite brave, this little thief, showing no inclination to move along.

I challenged him with my rake and he just stood his ground with his bulging side eyes. Yesterday, he was forced to move! I put my mower on the highest blade setting and mowed down all the grass and trees. Truly a testament of how annoyed I was with this rabbit. I sacrificed my baby peach trees! That will teach him to stare at me with his sidelong glance.

Monday, August 15, 2016

To Nair, or Not To Nair .....

Rained all day. A nice gentle rain, cool and refreshing. I binge watched The Young and the Restless and ventured out periodically to pull a few weeds and harvest some things from the garden. Weeding is great when it is raining, the root comes right out with so little effort.

Yesterday we mowed, and mowed and then we mowed some more. At one point in time we had 3 mowers running. The recent rains have the grass growing thick. Even with the blade up a notch, it was still hard to get through. Though the weather was cooler, I was still drenched in sweat after a very long 14 hour day.

I decided to treat myself to a nice long shower while dinner was in the oven. It was leftovers, with cheese on top. HeWho will eat anything with cheese on top and often eats some very creative casseroles made up of vegetables HeWho has sworn he has never and will never eat.

On my way to the shower I made note that my lady mustache and chin whiskers needed some attention. I opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the Nair (for faces) and saw a bottle of hair removal for legs. This bottle boasted "just spray and rinse".

I confess that I do not remember the year of purchase for this product, but I am pretty sure it was out of date. It smelled like permanent wave solution. Those of you who have had your tresses permanently curled will know what I am talking about. I kept my hair frizzy in the 80's. I administered my own wave and if I was "disappointed" with HeWho is often disappointing I would break out a fresh perm at night, so that my head was really smelly. But, I digress.

I decided to give the leg spray a whirl, since it had the same working time as the Nair on my face. The sprayer clogged up almost immediately, but, I was committed to smooth legs by then. I poured the product into the palm of my hand and applied it to my calves, despite the instructions that forbade me to do so. I did wash my hands immediately, but I am pretty sure that I no longer have fingerprints.

Still committed to the procedure, I stood there, timing the event, stinking to high heaven. Knowing I would be tossing the product, I applied it quite liberally and could feel it starting to slide down my legs. I was getting the cloth all ready to wipe away the offending facial hair when Martha, the boy cat, chose to investigate my whereabouts.

I suppose he was happy to see me, as he began winding through my legs as he always does. First one leg, then the other, and back again. He was smearing the smelly hair remover on his sides!!!

I quickly wiped my face and grabbed the cat and started wiping him down, hoping he would not be bald when I was done. You can all breathe easy. Martha still has hair ..... and so did my legs. I had to shave them after all.