My Own Reckoning in Everyday Ramblings

I took this walking home from the dentist on Friday. Without my stitches. Yay. Everything is good. I will get my teeth cleaned in January but next steps on this implant aren’t until May. Double yay.

During the procedure two weeks ago when things were going a bit wonky, he went off downstairs for a time, my periodontist, to get some additional material. I knew he was doing additional bone grafting, but he also did some fancy tissue grafting as well when he came back. He is very happy with the results. And didn’t charge me for that. For this I am grateful.

You know how when you take your car, or pet in for service or treatment and going in you never quite know what the end cost will be. This had kind of been like that. And extra couple of hundred here and there do so add up.

I am typing this because I am procrastinating on a League thing I need to do. I will get there.

New upstairs neighbors moved in yesterday. The layout is the same for them and so their bedroom is right over mine. Last night they were doing something, some sort of set-up or construction that took hours and hours with much floorboard creaking and dragging sounds. It stopped after 2 AM! Who does that? Were they building a reptile enclosure? A parrot cage? What could they have been doing? I didn’t hear a dog at least.

I am a little grumpy today, however.

The rain is coming back in a few hours from now, and it is supposed to rain most of the week.

In about 10 days I am taking the train up to Seattle to be with my niece while she has surgery and get her set up as best I can for her cancer treatment after. I am anxious about this. My cat sitter wants to only come once a day for Carlo. I trust her, he is healthy and knows her and cats but still he is used to being fed throughout the day. Even though I know he will be fine, still I fret.

I know this is the right thing to do, and I may need to go up again, but it is all sort of out of my comfort zone. I did book a nice hotel so that should be a bit of a treat, as well as a stretch for me.

The election has been a bit of a reckoning for me. I don’t think I allowed myself to think how out of the mainstream I really am and have pretty much always been. I had to find a way to be in the world to work and earn my keep.

It will take some time to fully absorb. I do know that I am changing my media habits. I’ll keep doing the work I am doing with the League and with Walt’s nonprofit, but I am going to focus way more on local issues and news. I chose to get involved with the local League, not the state or national branches. Besides we had this transformational adjustment to our local government this time around and we have problems to solve.

While opioid deaths are down significantly nationwide, they are not down locally. And since the turn in the weather there are fewer visible unhoused folks here, they are still here.

Walt’s partner was physically accosted by a guy having a psychotic episode on one of our bridges in the morning the week before last. She has been walking across that bridge many times a week for over 30 years. She is okay but was badly shaken. Just imagine being grabbed by a strange man on a bridge, we all would be shaken up. Finally, another man strolled up and escorted her to the other side and checked that she was okay. Stuff happens, but this is so sad for everyone.

The former yoga teacher has decided to join my morning classes on a regular basis. She is lovely and a bit shy and I look forward to getting to know her better. Very exciting to have someone from British Columbia joining each morning. She was in the Peace Corp in Iran as a young woman with one of my other student’s husbands. Back when the Peace Corp went to Iran.

So much for procrastinating. I can hear my new neighbors walking around but the dragging has stopped. I do hope they settle down. Wish me luck with them. They seemed nice enough when I met them. A little young perhaps, but reasonable. Fingers crossed this activity until 2 AM was a one off moving in thing.

I am listening to the new Ann Cleeves, The Dark Wives. It is a Vera Stanhope novel. So much more detail (and stronger accents) than the television treatment. That is at least providing distraction from all of the above.