Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Knowing When to Admit Defeat, The Pretzel Knot, Hospitality

1. Tooth #30 is no more. "Good riddance!", I say.
2. As I'm putting on my coat, the assistant shows me a new way to tie my scarf. I feel like a little child, unable to speak with gauze in my cheek, chin up as someone ties my scarf for me. Then she unties it and says, "Now you try it".
3. Neighbor K. kindly brings us her Tomato Alfredo soup. I haven't eaten all day and by dinner time, I am ravenous.


  1. I hope you feel better quickly. Lovely of her to bring that soup.

  2. Hope you recover soon, I know that tooth has been troubling you for a while now.