I’m none too sure how a brand-new tube of toothpaste ended up entangled in our bedclothes, and frankly am none too eager to find out. Though I think it has something to do with my visit to the dentist yesterday, along with the dawning realization that I shall need at least 2 new crowns, and possibly a cavity or two filled. Unless that cavity stuff is something I misheard, and is folded into the business with the crowns. (Pause while Other Patti shudders.) And a new occlusal guard as well. One I can tolerate, at least.
But enough of that. That’s not what I was planning to write about before I set out for the airport. I go to Boulder again to be with Peter the last few weeks of his freshman year. He is not happy, and college is definitely not turning out to be the wondrous, life-enhancing experience that he’d been led to believe it would be. Poor thing.
Mommy rushes to his side, therefore, to give him company, and not incidentally to escape the onslaught of oak pollen from the tree in the front yard. More when I get there. We have a phone line there, so at least I can use dialup.
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