IT'S A HOLIDAY in Postcards 4

We shop for the holidays online this year. I have to remind him several times to buy this or that. Eventually he does. Eventually I wake up enough to notice he bought two of them. Now the sun pokes its way through the morning fogs, and all seems right with the world.

Today seems to be a holiday too. No swimming, no errands, no going to the dentist…the new dentist. That’s Friday. Frankly, I am not looking forward to this at all. For years I’ve stayed on top of my teeth often paying out of pocket for a large repair bill. Our old dentist, who saved my teeth, has grown cranky. George told them that since they wouldn’t take our new insurance, we would be going elsewhere. I’m really sorry about this.

Going elsewhere means sticking a pin in a list and seeing what it gets us. We find ourselves with a group dentistry in Hillcrest. George has pretty good teeth; mine are a total mess of repairs. Dentists look at my mouth and treat me as if I am scum. I’m not. I was just a recovering person who had no money for way too many years. There are no free dentists.

I laid in bed with a book late this morning…celebrating the non-holiday. I have a few New York Times classic mysteries yet to read. Bobbie must have thought my bookcases bare, for she sent me a mountain of readables. My friend Katy sends me recommendations which I will read as soon as I can access the library again. Until then, I will continue on rereading my own shelves. We here in Southern California are in the Purple listing. Everything must be done outdoors except reading.

If you want us, we are either reading, walking in the water, or going to the dentist.

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Himself: Ran the house, helped with the laundry, nuked dinner, made the bed, and aerobiced with me.
Myself: Aerobics. Laundry…just the sheets, read and let himself run the house.
Reading: Gilman or Cadell.
Watching: NCIS, & Finding Your Roots on KPBS both recorded so no commercials.
Photo: 2005: Us at a grandkid’s soccer game. My crowned teeth.
Gratitude’s: That I still have most of my teeth.